Applied Latex 101

As I stood there in the preparation chamber, I almost second-guessed myself. Having myself permanently sealed in latex for the rest of my life was, after all, an enormous commitment, but there had been too much planning, too much preparation to quit now. Plus, I knew deep down that it was what I really wanted. I hadn't gotten off to anything else since I made the decision to do it almost two years ago.

And now, here I was standing on the balls of my feet in my 7" stiletto heels with a 1" platform, a corset reducing my waist down to 18" and a chastity cage that would keep me locked up for the rest of my life. Once I was sealed in latex, none of these would be removable again. I would spend the rest of my life in heels, a corset and a chastity cage.

The thought of that was a huge turn-on though. I wanted to become the perfect latex sex doll and since I only had this one chance, I was going to do it right. All of my hair had already been permanently removed, even on the top of my head, so as not to cause any issues or irregularities in the latex. The chastity cage would make sure I never got erect again and produce an unsightly bulge. The hormone replacement therapy I had been undergoing since I started my transition several years ago meant I hadn't had an erection in a long time anyway, but I wanted to be doubly sure. Plus, the idea of permanently being locked in chastity was a huge turn on.

I looked down but couldn't see the cage. While it was tiny, the real problem was the massive implants in my chest. The estrogen had caused me to grow tiny, underdeveloped boobs which is why I opted to go with implants. Originally, they were a reasonable 700cc, but when I decided to spend the rest of my life as a latex sex doll, I had them upgraded to a whopping 4500cc. They were bigger than my head and stood straight out from my chest with no sag whatsoever. They were wider than I was and you could easily see the sides of them from behind me, even with my arms down. I wanted bolt-ons and that's what I got. There was no way people wouldn't notice them or think they were natural. When I looked down, I could no longer see my toes or anything at all other than the vast expanse of boobs -- perfect for a rubber doll.

Footsteps suddenly ripped me out of my reverie as one of the latex-covered assistants came into the room. It was impossible to tell the person's gender as they had no outer indications whatsoever. They neither had boobs nor a bulge and were of a skinny, medium size that would have been typical for both men and women. They were also covered head to toe in white latex with only their mouths and eyes visible. All of the employees here at the lab where I was to be encased were either wearing normal, store-bought latex catsuits or were themselves permanently covered in it. The people wearing the normal suits had zippers and seams whereas those who were permanently encased did not.

This particular assistant was permanently enclosed, but, like many people who chose this procedure, the assistant had opted to only be partially covered. Their eyes and mouth were still visible, their hands weren't covered and they didn't have any "additions" such as heels or a corset permanently locked onto them that I could see from the outside. They wore white, flat boots that probably made their job running around the lab and preparing new clients much easier than if they had had sky-high heels on.

I opted for extreme heels because, as the perfect rubber doll I was going to become, I planned on doing most of my work on my back or knees rather than on my feet. But now I'm getting ahead of myself.

The assistant came up to me and asked if I was ready for the next step. Once I had confirmed that I was, they had me bend over. It was difficult to keep my balance on my 7" heels with the weight of my huge bolt-ons pulling my torso down. Since the corset forced me to bend over at the hips, I had to reach over and hold onto the back of a nearby chair to keep from falling over.

I felt the assistant start to pull out the large butt plug I had grown so accustomed to wearing. It was about 3" in diameter at its thickest point and I felt the stretch as it was slowly pulled out of me. I couldn't help but moan. My love for anal was something I discovered as a college student. Since then, I had acquired quite a collection of plugs and dildos that I frequently used. My first experience with a real penis was one I will never forget though. The man was hung, fit and fucked me until I was gaping and sore.

Before deciding to become permanently coated in latex, I had been fucked by a number of different men and other transwomen, but had never really taken anything much bigger than a large penis in my ass. However, I decided that in order to be a good latex fuck doll, I needed a hole that was permanently ready. That meant sealing an insert into my ass that would hold me wide open. It needed to be big enough to let even the most hung men fit inside which meant the insert had to be even larger than that.

So, I started an intense stretching regiment that meant that my hole hadn't closed in nearly two years. I just kept stretching it until I was able to comfortably wear this 3" plug 24/7, only taking it out to go to the bathroom and clean myself.

Fortunately, I would never need to remove the insert again. As part of the package the lab offers to those who want to be permanently covered in latex, I will be given a lifetime supply of a special food they developed that guarantees I will never have to go to the bathroom again. That means my lower half can be sealed away for the rest of my life and I won't have problems.

The removal of the plug left my ass gaping and I could feel cool air blow into me as the assistant opened a container of lubricant, dipped her gloved fingers into it and pulled out a good helping. It had the consistency of Vaseline and would also serve as an adhesive making the insert entirely unremovable. I was so stretched out that the assistant easily stuck their entire hand and wrist into me which made spreading the lubricant around the inside of my colon so much easier.

It was my first time being fisted and I was surprised that the assistant was able to do so without any resistance at all. In fact, I could hardly even feel their hand inside me. I had really stretched myself out a lot. The whole situation turned me on so much that I couldn't resist moaning and pushing my ass back on their arm while they lubricated me. By the time they were finished, they had used the entire container ensuring there was more than enough to make sure the insert slid in easily, but never came out again.

Once the assistant was sure that my hole was ready, they grabbed the insert. The lab had custom made it for it me, but I had never seen it before. It looked quite a bit like a fleshlight except it was entirely black to match the color of latex I would be covered in. The closed end was slightly tapered to make inserting it into me easier and the other end was shaped like a tight, but very stretchable asshole. My own ass hadn't been that tight in many, many years and I was looking forward to seeing what my lovers would think of it. The whole object was absolutely massive and I wasn't sure it was going to fit despite having just so easily taken a fist.

The assistant didn't wait long though. They lined up the tapered end and started pushing. I felt it start to slip past my well-stretched sphincter. It was definitely bigger than anything I had ever used before. It had to be at least 3.5" inches in diameter and the stretching sensation was slightly painful. I was so turned on by it though that I started pushing back against it.

Slowly and steadily, the insert made its way into my rectum. It went deeper than I was used to which was slightly uncomfortable, but the thought of such a huge object permanently stretching me open like that made me moan. Once the assistant had finished, they told me to make sure not to let it slip for at least five minutes until the adhesive had bonded with it well enough to prevent it from slipping back out. Then they left.

I had never felt so stuffed in my life. It was mildly uncomfortable, but so incredibly hot. Still bending over, I reached back and could feel the base that contained the fake asshole sticking out of my own hole. It was so wide in diameter that it held my butt cheeks apart. Even if I put on pants, my cheeks were so widely spread that it would still be possible to see it through them. I groaned at the thought and had to resist the urge to play with it.

I stayed bent over for several minutes to ensure that the insert didn't move. After I was certain that the time was up, I slowly stood back up keeping my hand on my new hole. Shortly afterwards, the assistant returned and examined it. When I let go of it, it stayed where it was and after a moment, they gave it a gentle tug. It felt like my hole gut was being pull outwards which meant that the adhesive had clearly worked. It was never coming out again. I nearly came from the thought alone.

The assistant was also pleased with results. Turning towards one of the cabinets, they informed me that it was time for the final step before it was time for me to be covered. They pulled a large box out of the cabinet and had me follow them to a mirror hanging on one of the walls. I looked at myself and realized I already looked like a freak with my massive tits, caged cock, tight corset and extreme heels. Turning around, I looked over my shoulder at my backside. The base of the insert was clearly visible between my permanently spread cheeks and when I pulled them apart by hand, I gasped at how huge it was. The base had to be almost 4" in diameter. No wonder it held my cheeks apart.

Turning back around, I looked at the assistant through the mirror who was standing a little behind me to my left. They opened the box and pulled out a black helmet. It was an ovoid and had four holes: a large one on the bottom for my neck, two tiny ones on the front for my nostrils and a medium-sized one below those for my mouth. The mouth hole was connected to a stiff, hollow gag sticking into the helmet and was about 4" inches deep. There was a much smaller hole in the back that would allow me to breath and consume the liquid food I would be supplied with from the lab. This gag would become my new, permanently open mouth to be used as another pleasure hole.

There were dark lenses where my eyes were to be and thinner membranes where my ears would be. I wouldn't be able to see or hear as well once covered in latex, but I didn't want to give up these senses entirely for the rest of my life. As hot as it sounds to be completely sensory-deprived, I still needed them to find people to use me.

The material the helmet was made out of looked similar to dull latex, but it was fairly stiff. It held its shape, but was more flexible than plastic and stiffer than silicone. I had no idea what it was made of even though it was to become my new head.

The assistant held it up and asked if I was ready. I took a long last look at myself in the mirror. Once the helmet was on, I would never see my face again. It was a strange feeling that almost had me wondering whether I could really go through with this. Besides that, my feet already hurt from standing in the heels for so long, it was hard to breathe with the corset on and my fully stuffed and stretched ass was starting to get very uncomfortable. Of course, I had the enormous implants too, but I could live with those or get them reduced if I decided to abort and go home.

Clenching my ass, I realized I was in it too deep now. My ass was permanently stuffed, my hair was permanently gone and soon my face would be permanently hidden. The slight tug in my chastity cage made me realize just how turned on I was by the whole situation. That decided it.

I looked the assistant and told them I was ready. Those were the last words I was ever going to speak which was appropriate since they sealed my fate.

They had me sit down in a chair behind me so that they could reach my head. Sitting down, I felt the insert in my ass push further in which both hurt and caused my locked up cock to twitch again. This was going to take some getting used to.

They then approached me with the helmet from behind. The inside had already been pre-lubricated with some of the same Vaseline-like substance they had used with my anal insert. Since I no longer had any hair at all, it was going to bond evenly and firmly to my bald head and never come off again.

As the assistant started to stretch the neck of the helmet over my head, I watched as it first swallowed my forehead, then my eyes. I couldn't see anything for a while as the helmet made its way down my head. It felt tight and the pressure was somewhat uncomfortable but bearable. Once the gag had reached my mouth, the assistant took their time to push it in and make sure it was seated properly. The adhesive lubricant made sure it slid into place without a problem. It pressed my tongue down against the bottom of my mouth and held my mouth so wide open that it was nearly painful. The shaft slid in deep enough so that it tickled the back of my throat, but didn't cause me to gag. Like everything else I'd subjected myself to, it was going to take a lot of getting used to.

Eventually, the assistant got the neck opening settled around my neck. They ensured that everything was smoothed out evenly so that there were no wrinkles, then adjusted my eyes and ears so they were properly aligned. After they were done, they told me I could open my eyes and I did. What I saw in the mirror was a shock.

I no longer saw myself. Instead, all I saw was a fake-titted bimbo alien. The gag held my mouth open obscenely wide in a perfect circle while the lenses over my eyes were only visible because they were shinier than the rest of the material. Otherwise, they were perfectly opaque. There was no trace left of my eyes or ears. Both had been consumed by the helmet. I could still see perfectly fine, but my vision was darker than usual as though I was wearing sunglasses. I tried to speak, but nothing but extremely muffled sounds came out.

The assistant let me stare at myself in shock for a while before declaring me ready for the encasing process. They had me stand up on my unsteady, severely arched feet, then follow them out of the processing chamber and into a large room next to it. The pungent smell of latex hit me full-force as we entered. There were several doors leading into what I assumed were other processing rooms, but what was most striking was the deep black, circular pool in the center. It was shiny but entirely opaque. You could clearly see the reflection of the lights above it as well as of all of the machinery in and around it.

Located above the pool was what looked like something straight out of a factory. There were tracks hanging from the ceiling from which dangled several rectangular frames. Inside the frames were a set of harnesses and straps. The person to be dipped into the vat would be strapped into the frame and lowered into the liquid. Some were already lowered into the pool as they were turned counter-clockwise through the liquid latex while others were hanging near empty loading platforms that jutted out a little ways above the pool. Each of the submerged frames had not only a chain, but also a long hose that disappeared into the ceiling. Looking at it, I assumed it was the air supply for the frame's occupant.

As I watched, another woman was being loaded onto one of them. She wore a strange looking hood over her head and as I watched, her assistant connected the tube to a mouthpiece that confirmed my suspicions about it being for breathing. She wore gloves and boots that were made of the same material as the hood. Otherwise, she was entirely naked and hairless.

My assistant noticed me staring at her and explained that the hood, gloves and boots were made of a special material they had developed that wouldn't bond with the liquid latex. That meant, they could easily peel them off the woman in post-processing leaving her head, hands and feet latex-free. Most people who were permanently dipped in latex opted to leave these appendages free so they could continue to live a mostly normal life. The extremity to which I was going to change myself wasn't unheard of in the latex fetish scene, but also not very common.

As I watched, the other woman's assistant finished securing the straps that held her spreadeagle on the frame, then a pole with a dildo attached was attached to the bottom of the frame. The woman moaned as the dildo entered her vagina. Another one with a much smaller dildo was attached to the bottom of the frame and fed into her ass. She looked uncomfortable with this and I looked down at my assistant and shrugged my shoulders in a questioning manner. They explained that the inserts were necessary to prevent her holes from being permanently sealed shut by the latex, even if the person lacked much anal experience like this woman seemed to.

They also mentioned that each person would be dipped into the vat at least twice. After the first round, which lasts about an hour, they pull the person out and readjust the straps on the frame before sending them back into the vat for another hour. They do that so the straps don't prevent the parts of the person where they make contact from being coated. Any unevenness left by the straps is then smoothed out in post-processing. It made sense to me and I nodded along as they explained it to me since I could no longer answer verbally.

I then watched as the woman's frame left the platform and slowly lowered into the black liquid. I could hear her moaning until she was fully submerged and there was no trace of her left. The frame was then moved over to the circular track in the ceiling and started its rotations.

After she had joined the ranks of the others in the vat, my assistant motioned to one of the platforms and told me that was my frame. With my heels clicking on the metal floor, I hesitantly approached it like a condemned woman. The seed of doubt was starting to spread through me yet again, but I continued anyway. At this point, my head was permanently enclosed and my ass was stretched to an extreme forevermore. It was too late to not see it through to the very end. I felt my limp cock twitch in its cage again and my nipples get hard. Despite the fear, I was massively turned on by it.

Once we reached the platform, the assistant had me stand on a piece of flat metal welded onto the bottom of the frame, then began strapping my ankles onto the sides. As they worked, they told me a story of a woman who fell into the vat by accident. It sounded both horrifying and incredibly hot at the same time. The story was enough of a distraction that by the time they finished telling it, I was fully restrained in the frame.

The assistant had strapped in my arms, ankles and hips, then insert the dildo that was attached to the bottom of the frame into my anal insert. It was a thick one, but I could hardly feel it. It was then that it occurred to me that even if a well-hung man was fucking me, I wouldn't really be able to feel it. I briefly panicked at the thought because it meant I would remain incredibly horny and frustrated without the stimulation.

Last was the breathing tube. This one just had a long, narrow tip that went into my mouth and sealed the hole in the back of the gag leaving the rest of my mouth free for the liquid latex to work its magic. After making sure the breathing tube was secured, my assistant declared me ready to go. My stomach was all butterflies as the frame started to move. It was very similar to the feeling you get just as the cars start moving on a wild rollercoaster.

Slowly, I was lowered into the viscous liquid. It was warm but also prickly on my bare skin as though it was exfoliating it. Once fully submerged, it felt like every part of me was being hugged and caressed by the gentle current. It was blissful. Even after the machine started pulling me around the pool in counter-clockwise rotations, the sensations continued. Between the darkness, the warmth and the wonderful, relaxing feeling, I dozed off rather quickly.

Before I knew it, I was being pulled out of the vat, my first coating being finished. It was only brief though, as the assistant adjusted the straps, then sent me back into the warm embrace of the liquid latex. I dozed off again after only a couple of minutes.

All too soon, I was once again raised out of my cocoon and back into the air. This time I was greeted by two assistants in specialized suits designed to protect them from the liquid latex. I was temporarily blinded by the latex, though, so I could only feel them escorting me to the post-processing room after they had unstrapped me, removed the dildo from my ass and unhooked my breathing tube. I was unstable on my heels with my shaky legs, so they had to prop me up. Every step caused the latex that had become my skin to pull slightly in unfamiliar ways. The sensations were entirely different than with normal skin. I could also feel some of the liquid drip from my body as I walked.

Once in the post-processing room, the assistants had me stand on a metal grated part of the floor that would allow the excess latex to drip off me and into a drain below. As I stood there, they began their work. One of them cleaned out my nostril holes and made sure I could breathe through them while the other began wiping off the excess liquid while smoothing and polishing my new form. Soon, the second joined in the effort to make sure I would be a perfectly smooth and shiny rubber doll. Lastly, as they were polishing my head, they cleared the lenses covering my eyes so that I could see again. My sight was even dimmer than before due to the thin layer of latex over the dark lenses, but at least I could still see.

When they were satisfied with their work, they had me walk over to a special chamber that was a little larger than a tanning bed turned upright. They had me enter it, then closed the door, telling me to keep my eyes shut. As the machine started to hum, it began getting hot in the chamber. After several minutes of heat, the humming was cut off and it instantly began to cool back down. One of the assistants opened the door and told me I could open my eyes. They explained to me that I had essentially just been microwaved with strong ultraviolet light in order to dry the latex. Normally, they would have added a blindfold and other protection, but since I was entirely encased, it was necessary that every part of me was exposed to it.

They had me walk over to a large, free-standing mirror in the middle of the room to look at my new form for the very first time. It had been covered by a sheet to heighten the anticipation. As I stood there in front of it and waited for the grand unveiling, the assistants took off their suits. I recognized one of them as being the assistant that had helped me earlier, but the other I had never seen before.

After they were done, they asked if I was ready to see what I had become. It was impossible for me to answer verbally, so I just nodded my head. Together, they whipped the sheet back and over the mirror with great showmanship. And there I stood, looking at myself. The only way I knew it was me was that I was inside this black, latex creature looking out. Otherwise, I was entirely unrecognizable. I could have been anyone, entirely anonymous and without identify.

In the mirror looking back at me was a shiny, black figure. Its head was a flawless, glossy ovoid without any features whatsoever other than a round circle where my mouth was. The lenses covering my eyes had wholly disappeared under the latex coating and the thin membranes over my ears were equally invisible. Other than my mouth, my new head was absolutely and perfectly smooth and round without a single feature.

On the figure's chest were two enormous globes that took up most of the space between its shoulders and where its bellybutton should have been. Each was a little smaller than a soccer ball and they jutted straight out towards the mirror reflecting the lights from the ceiling. They were so large that they hid the figure's biceps as it stood there with its arms down its sides. I remembered them being huge, but the way the latex held each of them individually made them appear even larger and more obscene than they had before. As with the figure's head, they were perfectly smooth. No hint of nipple could be seen even though I was massively turned on and could feel how stiff they were in their confines.

Below them, the figure's waist was pinched down to form a perfect hour-glass shape. Like the rest, it was perfectly smooth without any sign of the corset that had been there before. Its pinched waist served to accentuate just how incredibly enormous its boobs were while also making its hips appear much wider.

Between its legs, it was as smooth as a doll. I could feel my penis still trapped in its cage, but there was no exterior sign of it whatsoever. The figure in the mirror appeared female in that regard which was one of the most gender-confirming things to ever happen to me since I started my transition. I felt euphoric and if the gag stretching my mouth to its maximum had allowed me, I would have smiled.

The figure's legs went on forever and ended in sky-high, 7" heels with a 1" platform. Where the boots had been were now seamless heels with the shafts having fused with the latex covering the figure's legs. The heels had become its feet. As with everything else, they were entirely smooth, flawless and shiny. I would be standing on the balls of my severely arched feet for the rest of my life.

Gawking at the figure in the mirror, I was still having troubles connecting it with my own being. That was me there in the mirror. It was a nightmare and yet everything I had always wanted. The juxtaposition left me hornier than I had ever been.

Cautiously, I rose my hands up and the figure in the mirror did the same. As I brought them up in front of my sizable chest, my latex biceps rubbed against the sides of my latex boobs causing them to squeak. I could feel and even see the vibrations from the friction vibrate through my ample chest. I was made of rubber!

I looked down at my hands directly. They were as shiny and black as the rest of me and as I turned them and flexed them, the reflected light from the ceiling distorted. Fortunately, my vision was darkened as the light reflecting off my boobs would have otherwise blinded me while looking down.

I ran my hands down the sides of my torso and to my hips, feeling the rubber vibrate and listening to the squeaking. I then tried to pinch the latex from my thigh, but all I felt was a pinch as though it was my own skin. It hurt. I then rubbed the spot to test the shine's resilience. Unlike typical latex, my skin would never dull or have to be re-polished. It would retain its glossiness forever, even if the friction from rubbing it did cause it to heat up.

Reaching around behind me, I felt my ass. Turning around and looking over my shoulder so I could see it, I realized it appeared firmer than it used to be. As with my chest, my ass cheeks had been shaped by the tight grip of the latex. They were also obscenely spread by the base of the insert inside my rectum. In order to see it, I just had to bend down slightly. Pulling my cheeks apart was unnecessary. Of course the insert was still there, but no longer as visible. The base had melded with the latex and all that was visible was a tight hole. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be fucked in it, or what it would be like to fuck it, for that matter.

I was so engrossed in looking at my lewdly spread ass that it wasn't until one of the assistants asked if I was satisfied with the results that I even remembered that they were there. I promptly stood up and turned around to face the mirror and the assistants standing to either side of it. Finding an answer to that question set off a flurry of different emotions within me ranging from sad, euphoric, mad, ecstatic, scared, at peace, horny and, well, mostly horny.

I looked over at the assistant that had spoken and nodded enthusiastically. They smiled and bid me welcome to my new life while the other assistant went to one of the counters in the room and picked up a black object. They brought it over to me and held it up for me to see. It was a round plug that was designed to perfectly fit into my new mouth. It was equally as long as my mouth was deep and its circumference matched perfectly. I took it from them and, after I had briefly examined it, inserted it into my mouth until it snapped into place. It had a small hole that ran through the center which connected to the hole in the back of my new mouth and allowed me to breathe through it.

With the plug inserted, my transformation into a slutty latex doll was officially complete. It was impossible to go back to my old life or my old self ever again. I would spend the remainder of my life as a highly desirable and well-fucked sex object. I couldn't have been more happy with my decision.

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Author's note: The story alluded to by the assistant about the woman who accidentally fell into the vat was originally a substory included in this one. However, it grew too large and distracted from the main storyline, so I decided to extract it and turn it into its own story. You can find it under the title "Falling for Latex".