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Once the jug was finished, the most unpleasant of all her surprises so far was produced. It was a large gag that was put into her mouth and inflated with a bulb until it filled the entire cavity and caused her cheeks to bulge. She could still breathe through it as it had a small tube running down the centre but she couldn’t make any sound. So, she was to be silent in school! But why? How could she learn to sing or talk in polite company if she was gagged? She knew that some high-class women do gag but only for short periods. What was all this about?
Whilst she was wondering, the maid was fiddling around down below. She had attached a small belt around her waist and then had produced a kind of plug which she was obviously going to fit next. But where? “Stand up please, Miss Carter,” said the maid and after she did, she found to her dismay that the maid was intending to fit it into her vagina! It was well-lubricated and slid in quite easily but then to her shock the maid started to pump the small attached bulb and it slowly expanded inside her, making her feel full and violated. After four pumps it was unbearably full but then the maid gave another which caused quite unpleasant painful sensations, made worse by the fact that her bladder was now filling up with some of the water she had been forced to drink. Next though, it got worse. She was told to bend over the desk and another plug was forced into her bottom hole. This was thin at one end but got wider before thinning suddenly into a trunk rather like the shape of a Christmas tree. Although well-lubed, inserting this – into a place where she had never had anything inserted before her enemas that morning – was really painful and although the maid was slow and gentle, Emily found herself groaning into her gag. Eventually though, it popped in and the natural reflexes of her bottom hole squeezed around the trunk, sealing it into place. Then though the maid started pumping that plug as well and as it grew inside her the pain grew with the stretching. Like the vaginal plug, this was pumped five times and then she was ordered to stand. In the mirror she saw herself, completely covered in latex but with three bulbs handing down from her mouth, vagina and anus. These however, were removed by the maid who then approached her with some piping. What on earth was all this about? The maid attached the first tube, shorter and wider than the other, to the end of her vaginal plug and then the other end she screwed into the anal plug. Then she took the other tube and screwed that into another opening in the anal plug and threaded it up her back, attaching it to the belt that she’d fitted around her corseted waist, and then up, round her neck and into her mouth gag. So, she could no longer breath through that opening but what on earth were those tubes for? She couldn’t figure it out at all and whilst she was wondering, the maid brought the next item, a tiny plastic device that fitted around her nose and was connected to a strap which was tied behind her head. The device had insertions which went into the nostrils and the maid started fiddling with these and gradually she felt them getting larger and thus stretching her nostrils quite painfully. This she did not mind much though, for she realised the purpose; as the only way for her to breath, they were actually helping her to get more air into her poor lungs compressed by the tight corset. Once this was done though, came the most major and shocking item of all.
It was a suit, a full body suit, of flesh-coloured rubber. It was thick, extremely thick and it covered everything, right down from her feet to the head. It was slowly fitted and stretched over her already-covered form and she felt the heat rise significantly. She also felt the desperate need for the toilet, yet how could she pee covered like this and with all those tubes? Unfortunately, she couldn’t ask now, being silenced so. The suit was worked over her legs, middle, chest and arms and then the head was fitted. It covered everything, with only small holes for her nostrils, the rubber of the suit, actually going inside them and lining them, and two pinholes in front of her eyes although these were covered by some sort of glass, causing her vision to be like looking through a tunnel.
Eventually it was fitted and the headmistress bade her to sit down on the chair. She could hardly hear her with two layers covering her ears but she did as asked. This done, the then maid produced a wig of beautiful golden ringlets which she showed to her before fastening on the top of her head. Then the mirror was produced and she was shown her new image. What she saw shocked her and caused her to gasp in horror. Emily Carter had completely disappeared and in her place was a doll, a lifesize female doll with large blue eyes, smiling ruby red lips, beautiful blonde tresses, a swan-like neck and a tiny waist. Disturbingly though, as a doll, this was sexless. There was no vagina and no nipples over the tiny breasts. It was a blank, flesh-coloured toy.
“Meet Clarissa,” said the schoolmistress, leaning near to her ears so that she could hear. “Miss Emily Carter does not exist anymore and for the months you spend at St. Werburgh’s Finishing School for Young Ladies, only Clarissa shall be present. Now, I can appreciate that all of this must be very confusing and unexpected for you; it is for most of our girls, but it is how we do things here and you shall have to learn to adapt. Now, first things first. My name is Miss Parker and I am the mistress here. We only have one mistress as more are unnecessary. I shall prepare you for your future life and I shall prepare you well and your uniform is the main tool that I shall use to do that. Now, right now I expect you are dying to pee but do not know how, sealed as you are inside your new skin. Am I right?” Emily – or Clarissa – nodded. “Right, well, what you must do now is let go, empty your bladder right now, here. Go on girl!” Confused, Emily did as she was told. She felt an enormous relief as her bladder emptied but then a strange feeling as her bottom began to fill up with warm pee. What was happening? The pee flowed and flowed and her bum filled and filled, pressing against the tight corset and causing her a little pain. It was like the enema she had received earlier except now it was her own pee, not water, inside her.
“When you pee the liquid flows through the tube straight into your anus, thus giving you an enema such as you are probably experiencing at the moment. This is why you were given a full enema before as it was imperative that your stomach be as empty and clean as possible. Here at the St. Werburgh’s Finishing School for Young Ladies, our students rarely take off their uniforms; in fact, it is only done once a week on a Sunday before church. However, you still need to emit waste and to consume, so what we have developed is a waste recycling system. The liquid that you drank had nutrients added to it, enough to give your body all it needs to survive for the week. Now, I imagine that you are feeling rather full in your bottom now. There is only one way to relieve that and it is the way in which you shall always relieve your thirst and obtain nutrition whilst a student here. Suck on your gag Clarissa!”
Drink her own pee! The thought of it was too disgusting, too dirty to even contemplate! Yet she was sealed into that costume and the pressure in her bottom was quite intense now, painful in some respects. So, hating herself as she did it, she sucked. At first nothing happened but then slowly warm pee flowed up and filled her mouth. She gulped it down; the taste was disgusting and she felt like retching but she knew she had no choice. She gulped and gulped, fear filling her for what other horrors her new school might hold for her. Yet as she gulped the doll in the mirror just sat there, motionless, smiling blissfully. There was not a hint of the chaos that reigned beneath all that rubber and latex!
“Right now,” continued Miss Parker. “Now Clarissa has been created, but she is naked, and thus not decent to be seen out of her room. Now we can finally begin to dress you in your uniform.”
First came stockings held up by garters that Emily could hardly feel through all that rubber and then white cotton bloomers. Then she was made to sit down and the most incredible pair of black boots brought out. They reached up to her calves and required lacing for their entire length but most incredible of all was that they held her feet in a vertical position so that she had to balance en pointe like a ballet dancer. Once fitted she was helped up and she found balancing extremely difficult, shifting her weight from one point to the other. Of course, she had seen ballet boots before in magazines about the upper classes, but never worn them and was not happy that she now had to. It was obvious that the school – and her guardian – planned for her to be a lady, but what kind of lady is trapped in latex and rubber and continually drinking her own waste?
Then came a shift and then petticoats, seven in all before a crinoline cage some five feet across and then a petticoat on top. On her arms white kid gloves were fitted and then the school dress, a plain cotton affair in dark blue. Finally a silver necklace was brought out and fitted around her neck. It had the number seven hanging from it. All of this she hardly noticed now, instead she was more obsessed with the struggle to breath and to balance on her ridiculous new heels. That and the awareness that her bladder was bursting again and she was loathe to empty it into her still full bottom.
Dressed, she was ready to leave the room and holding her maid’s hand she tottered across the floor and through the door. The continual movement caused all her plugs to squirm around inside her and her bladder broke again so that as she tottered down the corridor, her bottom began to overfill with warm pee again whilst all the time she was drenched in sweat and struggling to breath. Eventually though they came to another door and when it was opened Emily found herself confronted by a large sitting room. More shocking than that though was the fact that all of the chairs were occupied by blonde-haired life-size Clarissa dolls identical to her! Almost fainting from the shock, her maid had to catch her to prevent her from falling. Emily regained her breath and against her will, hating herself for doing it, but desperate to relieve the pressure down below, took a large suck on her gag and her mouth filled with warm pee.