Message-ID: <3506eli$9709011154@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dantedibby@aol.com (Dantedibby) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Twighlight Zone 4 by Seurat: Art Critic 2a/8 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19970901110701.HAA22783@ladder02.news.aol.com> See bad mojo warnings section 1a. Monday, May 13th My wife started aerobics class tonight; three times a week. We see each other on weekends, in bed, and at dinner. Weeknight television together is a thing of the past. Our sex life seems to be suffering even more. The events of last week are starting to fade, though I have been sure to shave my body as I was told. Wednesday, May 15th +++++Welcome to The Baum-Dietrich Technologies Interconnect Program+++++ +++++Please enter your passcode+++++************************************* +++++Passcode accepted+++++ +++++Department?+++++ research +++++Baum-Dietrich Technologies Research and Developement Project Database+++++ +++++Press Release Information+++++ search keywords neurotransmitter/neuro/Worthington +++++Information to follow+++++ +++++Silkskin - a crystal based neuro-enhancing cloth, akin to the popular 'cire'' fabric only having a great deal of flexibility. Developed by Baum-Dietrich Technologies by and for the virtual reality department, silkskin magnifies the effect of any outside physical stimulation directly to the skin below. Experiments have shown that those wearing silkskin are easily distracted, as the material keeps their entire body extremely sensitive. +++++VRcloth - a version of silkskin connected directly to a persons neuro-pathways +++++VRprosthetics - nerve connected prosthetics, consisting of an outer layer which is nearly identical to skin in texture and color; a liquid core which, under proper frequencies, could: harden, enlarge, shrink, soften, move in a particular direction or set of directions, and transmit sensations from the outer layer to the inner layer; and an inner layer, which transmits sensations to nuero-receptors implanted in the skin and connected to the hosts own nerves. +++++Personell data: Worthington, Tara J: President and CEO Baum-Dietrich Technologies. <> Education : BS in chemistry, W3oq4it7pq38ohf48o.... **********Security Program detected. File transfer interupted. Abort initiated********** +++++End file transfer+++++ +++++Connection closed+++++ The small amount of information that I was able to gleam from the company's public relations department re-stated what I had already been told. It didn't mention, however, that the president was claiming to be a researcher that was subjecting unwilling persons to her own personal experiments. I sat in front of my computer, staring at the screen. I switched it off got out of the chair, running over the events of the last week in my head. For the past week I had tried to live my life normally, but I was far from being in a normal situation. Last Wednesday, when I had gotten home from my evening of "raquetball", I had a difficult time concealing what had happened to me. I don't know if my wife suspected something or not, but the paranoia running rampant in my head made it seem that she was constantly touching, stroking, prodding, tickling, or just being all too affectionate for my current situation. She soon realized that I wasn't in the mood, and, after telling me about her day at work, what happened at church, that we didn't win the lottery (again), before I knew it we were shutting off the alarm and getting up to the morning sun. My week went quickly, and before I knew it, it was Wednesday again. I had almost forgotten the whole thing, dismissing it as a dream induced by reading too many fantasies, except for the fact that I found my self keeping my body shaved. It was Wednesday morning that I found the shoebox-sized package on the front porch, next to the paper. I quickly picked it up, and once back inside the house, stuffed it under the family room couch. I thought it wasn't supposed to arrive until the afternoon. As I walked back to the kitchen, I was filled with a sense of apprehension as to what I was going to do. Well, almost all of me. My cock was rock solid in erotic anticipation at what could be in the box. I did my best to conceal the confusion in brain and the erection in my pants while I ate my breakfast and kissed my wife goodbye. Once I was sure that her car had left the driveway, I fished out the box and ran upstairs. I shut the bedroom door like a teenager with his first porn magazine and ripped open the package. Inside was a remote control about the size of my CD player's with a tag attached, an unmarked toothpaste tube, and a black outfit. I pulled the outfit completely out of the box and laid it out on the bed. It was, in fact, a jumpsuit, and while it looked a little small for me, I knew it would fit the way Tara wanted it to. It was made of an almost black translucent material, a cross between latex and spandex in texture and strechability, and was designed to cover me from my ankles to an open faced hood. Examining it a bit more closely, I discovered it was not uniform in thickness, being heavier in the chest, ass, and hood. There where half-inch holes where my ears would be and a small glove-pouch in the crotch area, in addition to a large slit up the back. It also had no way of fastening it; I assumed that I would climb in through the opening in the back, and that once it was over my head and arms it would keep itself in place. I carefully rolled it up and put it and it's companions back in the box. At the foot of our bed was a heavy locking cedar chest; a friend of mine had made it for us and had put in a hidden drawer with it's own lock. I put the box in the drawer and locked it. The small key went on my keychain, and off to work I went. I could hardly supress my excitement. When I got home that afternoon, my wife was already there, cooking dinner. The meal went quickly, as it often does on Wednesdays, and we chatted about the day's events. She could tell my mind wasn't on the conversation though, and got ready to leave. I kissed her good-bye, and again watched as her car pulled out of the driveway. Kinky fantasies began to flit through my head, and I was hard by the time I got upstairs. I stripped quickly, and unlocked the drawer to remove my costume. It seemed cooler; almost oily to the touch. I got out the controller and the tube. The tag on the controller read: "Head to ankles in the jelly, put on the suit, enter 1637794 Be at 730 Sycamore at 7:15, lower door. Don't be late." I opened up the tube and punctured the sterile seal, and squeezed a generous portion of the pinkish jelly into my hands, and proceeded to smooth it over my body. It was cool but warmed up quickly, and had no smell. Wiping my hands on my discarded jeans, I started to put on the jumpsuit. Left leg, straighten, right leg, straighten, then manuever the arms and head into position. The material was flexible enough that squeezing in wasn't too difficult, but my hard-on was definitely a hindrance. I grabbed the glove-pouch and pulled it out so that I could manuever my cock in, and it fit snug, exposing only the glans. It was definitely more comfortable that way. I slid my hands down the arms into the gloves, making sure the fingers weren't twisted, then pulled the hood up and over my head. It was a little tight, but finally made it. Next came the bathroom. I wiped off the extra jelly with a towel, and stood in front of the mirror, admiring the skin tight costume. The face cutout exposed me from lips to eyebrows, my hard-on stood out proud before me, and my feet were bare. Nearly my entire body was covered in black. Even the hole that I had gotten in through wasn't noticeable; the slit closing over itself once the hood was on. I got the controller and returned to the bathroom, wanting to see what happened when I entered the code. After pressing the buttons as instructed, I heard the controller hum for about thirty seconds, and then let out a beep. If I thought the suit was skintight before I was wrong. Almost the entire thing shrank, except for additions to my pectoral and anal area. My somewhat athletic body was even more male; it looked like I spent hours lifting weights every day. The biggest change, though, was in my pubic area. My suit covered shaft and balls were held in what was now a stiff and hardened case, holding my prick straight out from my body like a dildo on a latex suit, except the now purpling head was real. It felt like somebody's hand had a firm grip on my cock and balls. Firm, but not uncomfortable. My fantasies vanished and reality hit me in the face like a brick. I was trapped in some nuts experiment, and couldn't get out. Frantically I tapped the code into the controller, hoping to be released. I heard the hum and beep, but instead of the relief I wanted, a sharp searing pain around the base of my cock doubled me over. When I recovered, I looked up and saw the bedroom clock reflected in the mirror. Evidently, Tara's original instruction of 'start by six thirty' and her new one of 'be there by seven fifteen' had a third one attached. Fool with the controller and pay for it. I grabbed a pair of sweats and pulled them on and over my erection, which stood out like a tentpole, fished my car keys out my jeans, and headed out. I had a very difficult time not stopping to masturbate. The erection was going to make driving very difficult. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /