Encapsulation Part IV - Skinning

(For the Blogger censors ... this a work of FICTION - any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Language, situations and behaviors are only utilized within the confines of the post to enhance the story itself and do not represent any real-life circumstances in any way.)

After meeting broke up, I approached Doc. "Sir, what was Locke talking about? 'Skinning like a human' ?

The giant skeletor looked down at me; his blue and green LEDs met my eyes. "A small group of Encapsulated guards has permission to wear partial silicone skins to appear human again. The 'skins' are composed of a full head mask, with large bibs to cover the upper chest and back and sleeves to cover the hands, lower arms and upper arms to the bicep. They were originally needed for sensitive assignments outside of this facility that required utmost secrecy. That purpose is mostly unnecessary now, but wearing a skin is also used for pleasure and rewards. We've also made some advancements in the silicone structures themselves, and the ancillary equipment so they appear even more realistic and lifelike."

He rubbed his skeletal chin. "Even though you and Curtis have been relative latecomers to Encapsulation, I should have included the two of you; both of you have shown exceptional dedication, and that dedication should be rewarded. I apologize for that oversight, but the group has and must continue to remain small - Locke, Powers and Mazurski were the first to volunteer to Encapsulate, so by default, they became the group. I would be happy to include the two of you as well... and I truly admire your discretion in talking to me in private, Einar."

"Thanks Doc! I really appreciate how you look out for all of us!"

"I would prefer that you postpone any skinning until after your new battery is installed. Will that be acceptable?"

"Not a problem, sir!"

"I also don't know how long you would be able to use the skins once you are on the Enlargement protocol. You may no longer be able to fit into them."

"We'll take it as it comes, Doc. Tommy and I would never do anything to negatively affect your work here. You've made us the men we are now!"

"I know you wouldn't. Thank you, Einar. Please allow me to select a skin for your first time." He turned to Tommy. "What about you, Curtis?"

"I'm not really interested, Doc. I'm comfortable in my new body and can't wait for it to get as big as you! I just started on the 'bodybuilder mix' for my fluid last week. Einar looks fantastic with those massive muscles of his now!"

"Excellent! That mix will also well support the enlargement process in its early stages. We can switch to the standard enlargement mix after a few weeks!"

I pulled Tommy into a hug and we left Doc's meeting room to return to duty.

* * *

Now, don't get me wrong - I love what I've become...Being Encapsulated and having a body that looks like a cross between Chris Bumstead and Samson Dauda is a dream come true for me. But getting a silicone skin and looking like a human? It's something I want to at least try once. I haven't left the prison now for almost a year and it would be nice to be out in the world again - even if it's just for a night.

About a week after I got my new battery installed, Albert arrived at my apartment to deliver my skin; I had asked Tommy to come over as well for the unveiling. I opened the package and Albert chuckled at my surprise... I can't believe I was going to be a black man! 

Along with the mask and sleeves, I had a drivers license and various ID that said I'm 'James Billings'. I'm six-foot-five and I was born on July 22, 1994. I've also got some credit cards and a wallet with cash in it, clothes, sneakers and a thick gold neck chain. 

Albert explained the other items in the box. There was a bottle of pinkish-red stuff - that's a polymer dye to cover the inner surface of my mouth and coat the artificial gray surfaces; everything will be reddish pink and human looking again. I should swish it around for about 2-3 minutes to get maximum coverage; there was also a clear bottle of solvent to remove the dye. I've got a code that I need to enter into my HUD input that will deepen my voice for twelve hours - each skin has its own voice code. "Don't type that in until you're about ready to leave the facility. Have fun, Einar!!" He waved to me as he left my apartment.

I went into the bathroom and opened the dye bottle. I took a big swig and sloshed it around the inside of my mouth, just like a mouthwash. I kept it up until I counted to two-hundred and spat it into the sink. I smiled and I was amazed that the inside of my mouth now looked human with pink gums and a matching red tongue. My teeth are still shiny white and perfect, however.

Next, I pulled the mask over my head. It quickly adjusted to me and I no longer felt any difference between the dark silicone skin and my normal artificial gray covering. I raised my eyebrows, smiled and frowned - it moved perfectly with me. I also sported deep brown-black eyes surmounted by heavy black brows and a well-trimmed balbo-style goatee. I pulled the bib down and it adhered to my pecs and abs, leaving me with perfectly human-looking, powerfully slabbed pecs with dark nips, striated obliques and a well-defined eight-pack. 

The sleeves followed. Doc had said that they would go past the elbow, but these went all the way past my deltoids and touched the edge of the bib. In a few moments, the sleeves and the bib seemed to merge together seamlessly and I was now looking at my upper body appearing completely human with my lower body still in it's semi-organic gray state. 

Clothes. I haven't worn any for almost a year now. I pulled on a pair of briefs and socks, followed by snug jeans, a belt and white leather high-top sneakers. I slipped the black tank top over my head and pulled it down, and then I placed the heavy gold chain around my neck. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was blown away by my reflection - a heavily muscled human with dark skin stared back at me and grinned. This is incredible. I typed the code into my HUD display to deepen my voice.

I strode into the living room and Tommy was amazed as well at my transformation. "You really look human again. It's scary!" 

I pulled up my tank and peeled back the dark skin to show my gray abs. "It feels strange to look like a human again, Tommy! It feels even stranger to be wearing clothes!"

Tommy looked stunned. "What happened to your voice?" 

"Albert said it needed to be deeper. It's programmed to stay this way for twelve hours. I'm like a reverse Cinderella - I'm going out for tonight and I'll be back to my studly semi-organic self tomorrow morning... although I can tell already being a black guy is going to be fun!"

"Any idea what you're gonna do tonight?"

"There's a gay go-go club two towns over called 'The Cellar Door' - it'll be fun watching humans all oiled up and gyrating to some music!"

We kiss each other before we leave my apartment. There is slightly less sensation through the silicone skin over my lips, but still, kissing Tommy is always fantastic.

I leave via the side gate and walk through the prison parking lot. I see the blue sedan - it's a Tesla! - that Albert told me about and I hit the electronic key I was given. The car beeps and unlocks and I get in. I pull out of the parking lot and get onto the highway. This will definitely be a night to remember!

After about a forty-five minute ride, I pull into the club's parking lot; I exit the Tesla and walk in. The club is moderately dark with a brightly illuminated stage where a number of men are dancing and twirling around poles. I grin at my surroundings and step up to the bar. The barkeep is a young, half-naked and well-built man wearing leather pants and an open leather bar vest. He's got dark hair in a fade cut and a tightly trimmed, razor-cut beard.

"You got Booker's Bourbon? The bartender raises his eyebrows. "Yes, sir."

"Give me a Booker's neat with an ice cube on the side."

I get a look of deep respect from him as he turns away to prepare it. Thank God for AI. I had asked 'What drink would a top in a gay bar drink to show his dominance?' - Gemini was obviously right. Once my drink is prepared, I sit down at a small table and take in the club's activities.

The techno music is loud and I can feel the THUMP of the various subwoofers throughout the club; it's got a catchy beat and I'm enjoying myself as I watch the oiled-up humans gyrate on the stage. The crowd looks good too - a lot of well-muscled half-naked men with sharply cut beards are on the dance floor and at the bar. I hold my bourbon. I wish I could actually drink it.  

Hell, I wish I could actually smell it... According to Gemini, it has base notes of roasted peanuts, peanut brittle, and toasted pecans, combined with rich caramel, dark vanilla bean, brown sugar, butterscotch, sweet maple syrup and warm baking spices, notably cinnamon, clove, and nutmeg, along with a touch of pepper.

A go-go boy comes over and sits in on my knee. I put an arm around him to keep him steady. "Hey stud, enjoying the show? I'm Caleb." He's quite handsome and clean-shaven, with dark hair in a fade cut; he's wearing a leather harness and straps around his biceps and wrists and I notice he's wearing a pair of leather shorts --  unlike most of the other performers in the club who are sporting leather thongs or shiny black lycra g-strings. He strokes my head; I close my eyes and smile as waves of pleasure crash over me. I stroke my hand up and down his back and my tactile sensor feedback only multiplies the delight I'm experiencing. 

"You like that, huh?? What's your name?"

"James."

"James, mmm... it fits you..." He continues to stroke my head and moves closer to give me a soft kiss on the lips. 

God, that felt incredible. He snuggles himself closer to me and continues to stroke my head and kiss me.

Then something strange happened. He must have activated some function while touching my head or my arm; a pixelated grid formed over his face in my HUD display. After a moment, it cleared and displayed some information about him: 

Name: Caleb Franklin
DOB: 4/4/1998
Employer: Meadowvale PD
Job Title: Police Officer
Health Status: Excellent 

Damn, he's a cop.  

"You're hot-as-fuck, James... you know that? I love the way you feel...all silky, big hard muscles... you smell great too - like hot chocolate... Want to have some fun in a more private setting?" He trailed his hand down to my crotch.  

Thank God I still have a bulge.

I pulled him closer so I could speak quietly in his ear without anyone overhearing us. "I'm having a great time as it is, Officer Franklin..." A look of panic skirled across his face. "If you're part of some sting operation, I think you should get up and find someone else, okay? Thank you for everything. I really enjoyed the attention." I stroked his face and trailed my index finger around his lips and gave him a kiss. Just for a moment, I could see his eyes harden and the law enforcement officer he was show through. He gave me another, deeper kiss and got up. 

"Thanks, James... same here... I think it would be a great idea if you're planning on leaving very, very soon..." He winked at me as he resumed his boy-toy persona and bopped his way through the crowd.

Whew. That was close. It was just some crazy coincidence he activated that identification function. His warning had me shaken. This place was going to be raided and I could just imagine what would happen if I got arrested. First the fake ID and then if I got searched, they'd find out I wasn't even human. That would have had disastrous consequences for Doc. And for all of us.

Stay calm. I got up and made my way out the club and into the parking lot. I got into the Tesla and just took some deep breaths behind the wheel. Then I laughed. "Damn, that was a close call, but I haven't had this much fun in years! I just need to be more careful where I step out from now on..." I started the car and pulled back onto the highway. About halfway back to the prison, I saw a number of unmarked police cars flashing their lights heading towards the direction of the club.

When I got back to the prison, I peeled off the skin and used the solvent to remove the dye from inside my mouth. I spat the now-pinkish fluid into the sink and I grinned in the mirror to see everything was nice and gray (and normal) again. My voice was still deep, but it would be back to it's own pitch in the morning.

Being 'James Billings' was quite the adventure - and I'm ready for more! At least as long as I can fit in the skin!! 

And keep from getting arrested... 

* * * 

As I was writing Part III, I had watched a Youtube video about a robot face that looked something like a skeletor and how they 'skinned' it by stretching a humaniform silicone mask over it. The effect was uncanny and a bit unnerving. But I was thinking about that and my regular "Mission:Impossible" ideas about masks. This seemed to be the perfect combination of both - the Encapsulated guards - not being convicts - have some ability to 'become' human - more or less - for a short period of time for some specific purposes or as a reward.

I'm also seeing a different aspect to Nicholas Holtzmann as I continue this plotline.  Yes, he is hellbent on widescale Encapsulation, but he genuinely cares about the guards and (some) convicts that he has turned into semi-organic beings. 

Encapsulation Part III - The Corrections Officer Corps

(For the Blogger censors ... this a work of FICTION - any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Language, situations and behaviors are only utilized within the confines of the post to enhance the story itself and do not represent any real-life circumstances in any way.)

My name is Einar Holm. I'm a prison guard and I'm no longer human.

EINAR - TEN DAYS AGO

Tommy Curtis and I were walking down one of the corridors of B-block. Tommy - like a number of other guards at the prison - had decided to Encapsulate and join the growing rank of corrections officers that made the same decision. My best friend now had a highly developed gray body without skin - showing the powerful artificial muscles in incredible definition - and wore no clothes except for a black leather chest harness, a duty belt and a thigh holster. His crotch just showed a substantial bulge where his cock and balls had been. His mien retained much of the characteristics of humanity - ears, eyes, nose, lips - but was partially skinless as well, showing all the tendons and muscles of the face. He no longer looked like himself - like all the others, he was amazingly and strikingly handsome in an inhuman sort of way and his now-sapphire-blue eyes gleamed under the fluorescent lights. 

"So, you thinking of joining us, Einar? Most of the human guards avoid us like the plague."

"You don't think of yourself as human any more, Tommy?"

He shook his head. "Nope. I'm better than human. In every way. We're the next step in evolution, bud. That becomes clearer to us every single day."

The young guard nodded. "But you're still YOU, Tommy. I can see that. I wanted to talk to someone I knew that went through the process. Why did you do it?"

The gray-muscled guard smiled. "Being Enclosed like this is incredible, Einar. I had my doubts too before I took that big step, but they all vanished when I woke up looking the way I do now. We're part of something special... something unique... something completely new. All of us that have suited up have a brotherhood with each other now... I can't even begin to describe it."

"Is it true what I heard? Once you've been Encapsulated, that's it? You can never remove it?"

He nodded. "But why would you want to? Everything is brighter, clearer, and more vivid than it was when I was just a human. Every sense is enhanced and tuned up. Except smell and taste. We lose those. And yes, we can't eat or drink any more - or take a shit, for that matter - but none of us miss it. That frees up so much time and effort to do other stuff."

"Like what?"

"Work out. Get big. Read. Learn new things. I decided I wanted to take up sword-fighting. I'm pretty damn good already! You know Rick Woods and Andy Penman? They suited up and have been pumping iron like mad! They are absolutely HUGE now. We all want to get as big as them!" He sniggered. "We scare the crap out of the human inmates already, but Rick and Andy terrify them!"

"Jeez!"

"There's some initial discomfort as the suit alters you to it -  it's not the other way around." He smiled. "Doc calls it the 'Procrustean Adjustment' - I looked that up. In Greek mythology, Procrustes was a rogue smith who offered any travelers great hospitality, but forced them into his iron bed by either stretching them or cutting off their limbs. The suits pretty much have their own idea how you should look, so most guys generally get their excess weight burned off and get stretched to about 6'2" ... as you can see, the default physique is pretty jacked, so all in all, it's a great tradeoff. I put on around 3" in height, myself and I hit the gym every day for at least four hours."

"What about.... you know... " I looked down at my friend's bulge.

"Sex?" I nodded. "We've got alternatives and most of the fun with sex goes on up here..." He tapped his temple. "Not down there. No loss."

The gray-muscled guard put his hands on my shoulders. "But you're the one that has to make the decision - I can't make it for you. I can't say I wouldn't be happy as a clam to have you join us, but no one will ever force you into a suit. Just remember, I'm always here for you Einar... and if you make the decision, you'll be part of a brotherhood that will be closer to you than your own flesh and blood... forever."

He pulled me into a hug. Tommy was never this demonstrative before. His body was smooth and hard and very, very warm. He smelled like spicy hot cocoa. "There's no rush to make the decision; take your time. You need to talk to more of us, no problem." He grinned. Damn, he was so fucking sexy now. He looked like an alien GQ model. "We're always here!"

* * *

EINAR - PRESENT DAY

I was sitting on the examining table in just a pair of disposable diapers. I was feeling tired after fasting for twelve hours and getting those enemas flushing me out had been exhausting.

There was a knock on the door and Albert Barker - Doctor Holtzmann's assistant - came in to explain the encapsulation procedure.

"Now Einar, then can be some acute pain during the initial process. We usually like to knock you out, so you wake up feeling normal - usually better than before. There may be some residual pain as the suit makes adjustments to your body, but you seem to be in the right height and weight zone for minimal discomfort. Your senses of sight, hearing and touch will be amplified immensely, but you will lose your sense of taste and smell. You will be fed through an umbilical valve located where your bellybutton is right now." He flipped through several pages on a clipboard and double-checked the documentation with me about ending the lease on my old place and confirmed the list of personal effects to be transferred to my new apartment on site here at the prison.

"Everything looks okay, Albert."

He smiled, nodded and handed me the clipboard. "Sign on the last page, Einar." 

"Perfect! Now let's get you into your new corpus!" I hopped off the table and followed him down the corridor to another room. My new body was standing up... waiting. It was facing away from me, with a large opening in the back with it's arms slightly raised in front of it and its head down. Two technicians were present as well, and gave me happy smiles.

"Step into the suit first. We'll make sure that the toes are all in the right place and then slide your arms in next. We'll do the same with your fingers. Finally slide you head into the helmet/mask..."

One of the technicians removed my diaper and I followed Albert's directions. I could feel the them adjusting my toes and fingers. The suit was stiff - sort of like a flexible suit of armor. Once I was completely in, everything was completely dark. Then I felt a sharp jab in my ass. "That was the sedative. You'll be out a few moments." 

All of a sudden, I felt the suit painfully tighten around me and I passed out.

* * * 

I slowly woke up and found myself laying on a couch. My arm was over my eyes and I looked down to see my gray and skinless new body. Wow, I'm muscled as fuck. I flexed and grinned as I saw my new artificial muscles pop into even greater definition. I got up and looked into a mirror on the wall. I was blown away at my new face. I didn't look like myself at all, and like Tommy and the others, I don't look quite human, but I look damn handsome; we all have the same chiseled features that has anyone looking at us do a double-take. My eyes - now a deep sapphire blue from my original hazel - move normally. I still have a nose, lips and ears. I can smile. I cross my eyes and stick out my tongue - everything is the same gray color. My teeth are a bright white and perfect. I feel my face with shock - my sense of touch is now incredibly sensitive. 

I see I'm wearing a black leather harness over my chest, indicating my correction officer status. I don't even feel the suit on me any more - I feel naked and it feels great. Jeez, I look so fucking pornographic - naked and jacked like I am with just some leather strapping on me. I sit back down on the couch.

My hands travel down my slabbed pecs and caress my eight-pack abs. The sensations coursing through me are incredible. I feel my crotch. I've got no more junk - just a bulge where my cock and balls used to be. Just like the other 'new and improved' guards and skeletors now.

Albert and another encapsulated guard come in. Both are happily surprised to see me awake.

"Hey Einar - you look FAN-tastic! How do you feel?" I recognize Fred Preston's voice and I notice there are faint gridlines in my vision now; there is also a line of status indicators running across the bottom of my field of view and a row of icons to the right. I see that Fred is also identified in my visual display. 

I cross my arms over my chest. "I feel good, Fred. Really good. God, this is amazing!" I look closer at the other guard. "You look absolutely shredded, Fred! You were kinda..."

"Short? Fat? Yeah. This suit took care of it. Converted all of that lard to muscle! And stretched me out! That fucking HURT, but it's all good - it's about being 'new and improved'! I'm working out a lot now! But enough about me... Let's get you your first feeding!"

Albert speaks up. "Fred is your designated partner for the first few days, Einar. His job is to get you acclimated to your new existence."

Fred wraps his arm around my shoulder and the two of us head out of the recovery area. We stop by the locker room and I pick up my duty belt (now riding low on my hips) and my thigh holster. The belt contains a baton, a radio and cuffs. Fred is walking with a definite swagger to his step and I follow suit.

The two of us proceed to the feeding station. There is a cute young female tech that perks up as we enter.

"Hiya Daisy! - this is Einar - he just got skinned up. Can you top our tanks?"

"Not a problem! Come over here, fellas!" Daisy connected Fred first and as she was attaching the umbilical to my intake valve, she explained what was going on."Since you're brand new, you're going to get an extra-rich nutrient mix. That helps your body adjust faster and better to the suit." I watched as different colored fluids got pumped through the tube into my body. Eventually, the fluid stops and umbilical clears. Daisy disconnects both of us and waves as we leave the station.

"Thanks, Hon! We'll see you later!"

I looked with some surprise at Fred."Geez, you were never this outgoing before!"

"Yeah, who would respond to a short, fat guy? We're damned studs now, Einar. Even if we're not human. I can flirt as much as I want - we don't have to worry about anyone making complaints to HR..." he grins and rubs his empty crotch. "Remember, it's not harassment if everyone is enjoying themselves!" 

After the feeding, we went on duty - I was amazed at how confident and happy I felt. But right now, I was experiencing some deep bone pain in my arms, legs and back - I guess that's me getting stretched. I mentioned this to Fred, and we headed right to the infirmary. He explained my situation and the nurse pulled a small plastic bulb off the shelf with a connector. She twisted it into my valve and gave it a squeeze. "Tylenol 500. That'll help with the pain in a few minutes." I thanked the nurse and we went back on patrol.

My new appearance definitely has an effect on the populace. The inmates now look at me with a combination of fear and envy. The humans can't really distinguish between individual Encapsulated guards as we all look alike, but our HUD displays shows us who's who. Even other guards that didn't take the plunge look a bit envious that they didn't have the guts to do what the rest of us did. But most of those guards that stayed human had families - they couldn't disrupt the lives of their wives or kids - so it was understandable they felt that way - and I felt a bit sorry for them as well. 

My first shift as an Encapsulated guard was uneventful - we had some prisoners making a fuss about something, but all it took for us to ask what the problem was and they quieted down and slunk away.

"One big thing to remember, Einar - you need to plug yourself in for recharge when you sleep." He points to my intake valve. "We're not like the skeletors with the batteries embedded in their chests and back."

"Why not? I'd think they'd want us to have better equipment than the prisoners?"

"Well, they're still considered a little bit 'experimental' and Doc said he wasn't ready to give us anything like that yet. He did say that we could get them installed at a later point if everything tests out. I happen to like the way they look."

"The batteries or the skeletors?"

Fred sniggers. "Both. Your new apartment is in the same section of the prison as the giant skeletors. All of ours are. They really are amazing guys - particularly Two and Five. We - the guards - and the skeletors really get off touching each other. Invite one of them over and see how it feels." Fred strokes my face and a wave of pleasure rushes through me.

"Damn....wow!"

"That's nothing... imagine how it feels when we touch each other all over! It's like a twenty-minute orgasm!"

"Did you get your apartment location and keys?"

I nod. "I put them in my locker."

"That's good. If you're not sure of where the apartments are located, come with me - we get off at the same time and I can show you where you're located. Once you have that info, it'll be available in your HUD. You actually don't need keys, either. Your right hand is embedded with RFIDs and you can open your door with just palming the access pad next on the doorframe."

* * *

Fred helped me find my apartment and I palmed the reader next to my door. It flashed green and I twisted the knob. As I enter my new apartment, I'm surprised at how well-appointed it is and with such high ceilings - of course, there was no kitchen and the bathroom just had a sink and shower. Albert mentioned that they would take care of all the paperwork for getting rid of my old digs as well. I poked around and I was surprised to see some clothing and sneakers in the bedroom closet. 

My head was spinning - it was less than a day since I had ceased to become completely human. I removed my harness, belt and holster and decided to take a shower. I luxuriated in touching myself while under the cool water and the soap felt amazing on my new body.

I dried off and chuckled. No need to put on any sweatpants or stuff any more. I sauntered into the living room and plopped down on the couch. I looked around for the remote and turned on the TV. I flipped through the channels and settled on watching an oceanography documentary and watched it for a couple of hours. I shook my head. I must have nodded off. Damn... I'm tired. And sore again. The Tylenol must have worn off. I went into bedroom and sat on bed. I look up to see a big sign on wall:

And I recalled Fred's statement about plugging in at night. I look around for an umbilical and find it coming out of the wall next to bed. I plug myself in and lay down. In a short time, I drop off to sleep.

* * * 

EINAR - THE NEXT DAY 

I feel amazing. All the soreness has disappeared and I unplug myself from the wall umbilical. I stretch and see in my HUD that it's 6:30am. My shift starts at 9:00. Ordinarily, I would have needed this time to shower, shave and eat and travel to the prison. Now I just need to arrive at the feeding station and get plugged in for a few minutes. 

After my shift, I went to the gym to work out. Tommy was there as well as a number of other enhanced guards. I was unbelievably aroused seeing all of those gray artificial muscles pumping iron and exercising on the machines. After my sets on the bench press, Tommy came over to me and stroked my ass. I felt a wave of pleasure flow through me with that touch. "Welcome to the Brotherhood, Einar..." He cradled my face in his hands and kissed me. There was an explosion of ecstasy throughout my body and my knees nearly buckled from the sensory overload. Tommy gave me a grin and another kiss. "Come over to my apartment tonight and we'll pick up where we left off..."

* * * 

My routine didn't change much - I still had shifts, but I have a lot more time available now without travel and eating. Tommy's kiss - and our time in bed together last night - was just the start of something new and wonderful. All the Encapsulated guards are extremely intimate with each other; we spend a lot of time soaping each other up in the showers and stroking each other on and off duty. Kissing each other is completely mindblowing. 

I also found that all of us enjoy getting together and watching bodybuilding competitions like the Arnold Classic or the Mr. Olympia. The prime skeletors are also frequent visitors and all of them - particularly Two and Five - are genuinely great guys to be with. Since we're all Encapsulated, we share a common bond and feel a deep and intimate relationship with each other that feels extremely comforting and completely inline with the semi-organic beings we've all become.

* * *

EINAR - FIVE MONTHS LATER 

I had been working out constantly for several months, and while I had gotten noticeably bigger, I was still nowhere near the size of Rick or Andy. I found the two of them together in the locker room as we were going off duty on Thursday.

"Rick! Andy! Wait up!"

The two hypermuscular guards turned to me - we were all wearing just our chest harnesses.

"How did you guys get so big? You look incredible! I've been hitting the gym every day, but I'm nowhere near you guys in mass and definition. What's your secret?"

Andy laughed. "You need to ask Doc to go on the 'bodybuilder mix' for your fluid. If he okays it, you also get additional feedings put onto your schedule and a training program designed specifically for you."

Rick chimed in. "He's always really agreeable when it comes to us wanting to get bigger. I don't think you'll have a problem. And don't pay attention to anyone that says he's a cold bastard... he is a bit reserved at first, but the more you talk with him, he warms up pretty quickly." The guard stroked his hand across his partner's massive shoulders and Andy's eyes closed in pleasure. "If you'll excuse us, Einar, we've got plans for tonight - set up an appointment to see Doc and you'll be bigger in no time!"

* * * 

I followed Rick's advice and made the appointment to see Holtzmann after my shift ended next Wednesday. I arrived at the admin offices in this wing of the prison and Doc's assistant gave me a smile. "Einar Holm?" 

I smile back. "That's me! I have an appointment to see Doctor Holtzmann at 6:30..."

She picked up the phone and spoke quietly into the receiver. "You can go right in. He's waiting for you."

"Thanks!"

I knocked on the door first and entered his office. I was a bit taken aback to see this gigantic skeletor sitting behind the desk. He's bigger than any other one I've ever seen.

"Einar! May I call you Einar? Please, have a seat. I find I'm far more comfortable wearing my helmet and gloves most of the time. Masquerading as a human has become far less necessary now that I'm almost nine feet tall."

He seems friendly already. "Doctor Holtzmann, first off, I want to thank you for letting me become this way. Becoming Encapsulated has been one of the best decisions I've ever made! I love the way I am now!"

"I'm very glad to hear you've adjusted so well! You've been an semi-organic corrections officer now for five months, am I correct?" 

"Yes, sir. That's right."

He paused and sat forward a bit. "Tell me, is there anything that you truly miss no longer being human?" 

Be honest with him. "Not really, sir. But I do miss the ability to smell. Your assistant had some roses on her desk and it would have been nice to sniff them. Same sort of thing being in the cafeteria. I can see the food - I'm not really missing the eating part - but I would like to smell stuff like pot roast, or mashed potatoes or the desserts."

The giant sighed and nodded. "I've heard that from many people that have Encapsulated. Unfortunately, we have to prioritize your ability to breathe versus your ability to smell. It is something I have on my research list to see what can be done."

Holtzmann continued. "Which brings us to your meeting with me. Is there something I can do to help you?"

I nodded. "Some of the semi-organic guards have really gotten taller and massive, sir. Massive like IFBB professional bodybuilders. I spoke with Andy and Rick ... I mean, Andy Penman and Rick Woods... they said I could come to you to request the 'bodybuilder mix' for my fluid."

"Ahh, yes. That will not be an issue." He turned sideways and tapped some information in the computer on his side desk. "Done. You will also allotted additional feedings to accommodate your growth. You understand that you will need to work out a great deal more and with far heavier weights, yes? This type of enhancement doesn't happen by just adjusting your feed. The more effort you put in, the greater the result will be."

"Yessir! I do! Nothing worth having ever comes easy! Thank you, Doctor Holtzmann!" I got up to leave and headed towards the door.

"Einar..." I turned around to face the giant skeletor again.

"You definitely look forward to becoming an extremely large and hypermuscular guard?" 

I gave him a big grin. "I do, sir! I love being the way I am, but getting even bigger and more jacked will make it even better!" 

"I see... I look forward to seeing your progress.... please feel free to see me at any time." I could hear the smile in his voice. 

"Wow...Thank you again for everything, Doc!"

He looked happily surprised that I called him 'Doc' and waved farewell to me as he returned to his computer. 

* * *

EINAR - 7:00am 

I've been on the 'bodybuilder mix' for three months now, and the results are nothing short of  spectacular. I've grown about three inches in height and I'm as massive as Andy and Rick now. Every time I look in the mirror, I grin at my 'new and even more improved' self. As I'm flexing and posing in front of the mirror, I receive a high-priority message in my HUD display:

Please meet with Dr. Holtzmann in his office at 10:00am. Your schedules have already been altered to accomodate this conference.

* * *

I arrive at Doc's office and I see a number of other enhanced guards already there - Tommy, Andy, Rick, Justin Powers, Dave Mazurski and Bobby Locke. In a moment, Doc enters the room and stands (or looms over us) at the head of the table. The LEDs in his eye sockets seem to be particularly bright today.

"Thank you all for coming on such short notice. I have a very pleasant announcement to make."

He continues. "I am happy to say that my testing has completed on the thorium-diamond batteries and I can say with one-hundred percent certainty that they are safe to be installed in Encapsulated guards as well as skeletors. You seven have been selected to be the first ones to receive them. You will be modified to accept the batteries as myself and the other skeletors and will no longer need to plug yourselves in at night to recharge your non-organic components."

Doc pauses. "The batteries will also allow you to become prime officers - you will be able to increase your proportions to match those of the prime skeletors as well - if you so choose. I'd like to see a show of hands - how many of you would like to become as large as I?"

Tommy, Rick, Andy and myself raised our hands. Doc looks to those who didn't. "I'd like to know the reasons for your reticence... Mazurski? Powers? Locke?" 

The enhanced guards looked at each other. Locke spoke for the three of them. "It's not that we don't want to, Doc... being as big as you would be fantastic... we... we just need a little more time to commit to it. We enjoy our time outside the prison skinned up like humans and don't want to give that ability up just yet."

'Skinned like humans' ?? Huh? 

"Ah. Perfectly understandable. The Enlarging protocol is a arithmetic progression and results will begin to appear rather quickly. I am not coercing ANY of you to undertake this next step, I am simply indicating that you have the option to do so.. although I must tell you all that becoming a prime will provide you with experiences and sensations even greater than when you first became Encapsulated."

"Thank you, sir. We really appreciate it and everything you've done for us. We'd never want to you to think we're ungrateful or anything..."

Doc waved the apology away. "I will arrange a schedule for all of you to receive your batteries. There will be minimum downtime for the installation and system updates."

* * *

EINAR - THE FOLLOWING WEEK

It feels like I'm a new being altogether. 

I could never have realized the difference in power output between the regular batteries we had before and these new diamond-thorium ones. I have so much more energy; my tactile sensors are even more sensitive now and my sight and hearing has improved by orders of magnitude. The four of us - Tommy, Andy, Rick and myself - are starting the Enlargement protocol on Monday and we all can't wait to be at least eight feet tall! Doc promised us some additional 'enhancements' once we get to our new sizes... I don't know what they will be, but I'm excited to find out!

* * *

The saga continues! Doc Holtzmann has had an unexpected success with the corrections officers and has taken advantage of the situation to increase the number of Encapsulations - first within the prison walls and then without - and his desire for "prime" guards as well as skeletors has continued unabated.

If you examine this entry carefully, you will find a foreshadow for the next installment, so enjoy and have a good read! 

 

 

Encapsulation Part II - Enhancements

(For the Blogger censors ... this a work of FICTION - any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Language, situations and behaviors are only utilized within the confines of the post to enhance the story itself and do not represent any real-life circumstances in any way.)

MASTER-01/NIKO

'No plan survives contact with the enemy.'

Von Moltke's insight could not have been more accurate. While my plans have succeeded in creating more skeletors, my Encapsulation of the larger inmate population has proceeded more slowly than my liking. 

Including myself, there are five Prime skeletors - all eight feet or taller with hypermuscular physiques - and 50 more human-sized versions. I feel I will need to introduce some narcoanalytics into the food supply to get that portion of the general prison population back on track for their conversion. Surprisingly enough, I have had tremendous success with the corrections officers. Their facial masks were not designed to inspire the terror that the skeletors do, but as an added incentive, I have pre-increased the muscular size, and development of their shells for them and almost all of the unmarried officers have taken to becoming converted with eagerness. Some had asked for even more massive frames, and I have been happy to accommodate them, as long as submit to the Encapsulation. I have already built in the sexual enhancements into these suits that I will be installing into Brian today; it will be just a matter of time before I make the guards aware of this functionality. The officers stay in apartments in the same location as the prime skeletors, and I believe the two groups are fast becoming comrades-in-arms. 

SX005/BRIAN

Today is the day I will be receiving my 'pleasure enhancements.' As I approached the door to the lab, I had to duck and twist - nothing in this place had been built to accommodate massive, eight-foot beings like us - there were about 55 skeletors in the prison now, but only the initial four - plus Niko - were giants (or prime skeletors as he called us) - Wesson's suit was incapable of growth as ours were. 

Some of the shorter term inmates - maybe 40 - were also Encapsulated - but they had far less elaborate and (eventually removable) suits that still had some of their bodily openings - we called them 'humanoids' since they still looked somewhat human. Many of the guards also decided to Encapsulate, but their new bodies are extremely muscular and overall, are built more like us. They live in the same wing as we do and we've become quite close - more friends than inmates and guards. Their faces and eyes still look  human and normal as well, but we all share the same gray and skinless look, which highlights our extreme muscular development. All the Encapsulated men use the umbilical stations for feeding.

Doc was at a console and looked up as I came in.

"Brian! Looking forward to the new additions?" Niko stroked my skull and waves of pleasure radiated outward from his touch. "You'll be receiving some new functionality in your HUD display as well. Ordinarily, you - as an inmate - would not have access to the control icons on the right side of your viewport. I will be activating some limited capabilities on the gear icon. You will be able to open your emergency service aperture."

When we were alone, we were close enough to use our given names. And after today, we'd be even closer. "In English, Niko?"

"You will be able to unseal your own anus - or what has become of it."

"Wow!"

"Now for the other item - your new tool and it's connection - I want to put your non-organic components into shutdown mode. It can be quite unnerving and I don't want to cause you any distress. Would you allow me to knock you out temporarily as well? You'll go to sleep first, then I will initiate the shutdown procedure and make all the changes required. Albert made the modifications to myself and it was not pleasant being awake during a shutdown. The total time should be about 45 minutes. (Albert was Nico's lead assistant)

"Of course, Doc, I trust you."

"Make yourself comfortable on the operating table."  I hopped onto the platform - he had to special-order ones that were big enough for us prime skeletors - and settled in.

Niko stroked my skeletal face. He then walked over to a side table and returned with a small plastic bulb with a short umbilical on it. He attached it to my intake valve and squeezed, forcing the fluid into me.

"Count backwards from 100, my love..."

"One hundred... ninety-nine... ninety-eight... ninety-seven... ninety-s..."

I woke up to see my creator with his back to me.

"Niko?"

He turned to me. "All done! The modifications were a success and your programming has been upgraded! Let me show you how to operate the new functions. Stand up." I swung my legs over the side and stood.

"Let's review the rear action first. Ordinarily, the emergency access aperture can only be opened through a command passed through the electronic connections on your intake valve. I've replicated that command into your gear menu. The aperture opens up to provide access to your maintenance shaft... formerly your anal canal."

"How do I access the menu?" 

"Double-tap your right temple with your right index finger. That will activate the gear menu. Slide your finger to the FRONT or REAR option and tap to activate. To close the menu, move your finger anywhere in your viewport and tap once."

I tapped the side of my skull and gave a happy chuckle as the gear icon lit up and to the left of it were the words 'FRONT' and 'BACK'. I slid my finger down the side of my skull and the BACK button was bordered in a bright green; I tapped again and two things happened; one, the BACK button reversed colors to indicate its 'ON' status, and two, I felt something in my ass shift and move. I reached around and felt my butt cheeks and in the middle I could now feel a hole. I poked my finger in - it was soft and warm and slightly oily to the touch; I was amazed at the waves of pleasure that were coursing throughout me as I examined the cavity.

"Damn! It worked!"

"Of course it worked! The standard maintenance shaft contains no sensory inputs. I replaced it with enmeshed tubing containing a densely packed tactile sensorium. They are only activated when you open the aperture via the gear icon... and this is what is looks like..."

Doc turned around and bent over, grabbing his ankles. In the middle of his cheeks was a dark hole - not a pucker - with a shiny rim. A line of blue status lights pulsed on the floor of the hole and disappeared into the shaft's darkness.

"It's got landing lights!"

Niko straightened up and laughed. "When we were speaking about skeletor-to-skeletor sex before, I had been joking to you about that, but the more I thought of it, the more it made sense to me - a perfect blend of the organic and inorganic - and designed for beings like us! We have status lights on our bodies, why not in our access shaft?"

"Now for the tool... I've designed several prototypes. Once we select some together, I'll have several pairs constructed - one for you and one for myself. They will utilize similar electronic connections to the umbilicals and they will attach physically to our bodies via a bayonet mount. Come, let us examine the different styles."

Doc strode over to one of the computers and typed some commands and I followed. In a moment, the screen was filled with a collection of cocks in a grid. All of them were gray like us and looked pretty dick-like; they also had blue and green lights embedded in their surfaces. Each grid had a measurement ruler on the bottom.

"Geez - they're huge!"

"Well, they must be proportional to our bodies, Brian... and perhaps a bit larger as well for prime skeletors. After all, we ARE eight-foot hypermuscular beings and our pleasure organs should reflect that. Both in their relaxed and erect states..."

I continued scrolling through the page. "Niko, this one has three balls!"

Doc stroked my back and I shivered in pleasure. "Some have four..." I could hear the smile in his voice.

I shook my head in wonder. "How many can we pick out?"

"I think six would be a good number to start. We need to test all or at least most of the configurations."

We reviewed all of the monster-sized cocks again, and we came up with six versions we both agreed upon. Three were fairly human looking and thick; two were the four-ball versions; and we both wanted to try the three-ball cock as well.

"Let me submit these for fabrication - they should all be ready in about four hours."

"That's pretty fast." I knew suits needed at least a day to be created.

"Indeed. They are nowhere as a complicated as building a skeletor - most of the time is spent in embedding the sensors throughout the material and developing micro-pumps to ejaculate fluid stored in the testicular area and to stiffen the tool and make it erect."

My jaw dropped open. "They can spurt, too? We can cum with these as well? We have skele-jizz?!"

"Skele-jizz?" Niko laughed.  "You missed your calling, Brian. You should have been in marketing, instead of architecture!"  

Then Niko tsked. "Honestly, Brian, anything I develop must meet the most exacting standards! Mine! Why would I create an artificial pleasure organ if it could not perform everything - and more - that its organic counterpart could do? Do you think I would stint on such things for us?"

"No, no... Sorry, Doc... I just didn't think that this would be possible...."

He scoffed. "The term 'impossible' is completely foreign to me... while our organs are being fabricated, let us enjoy our newly redesigned maintenance shafts." 

He opened a drawer and tossed me a gigantic silicone penis. He took out another for himself.

"These should provide us with several hours of pleasure... and I - as your creator - will exercise my droit du seigneur. I believe you should be the first to experience this... bend over the operating table."

It was absolutely mindblowing to have anal sex as a skeletor. The sensations of Doc thrusting that thick and meaty dildo into my maintenance shaft was the best sex I had ever had. We switched back and forth servicing each other several times - grunting and moaning - until a chime on the computer indicated the prosthetics fabrication was complete. Niko left the lab for a few moments and returned with trays of the gray dicks on a wheeled cart.

They felt as magnificent in person as they looked on the computer screen. Each one had a substantial heft to them and in their semi-erect state were still gigantic. They felt and looked exactly like the skeletor skin that covered us. I turned the one in my hand upside down and saw that there were mechanical and electronic connections and a skirt of the gray material around the connector end.

Doc spoke up as I was fondling the unit in my hand. "As you can see, the back ends are all identical. Each pleasure tool needs to have its nullicle reservoirs filled with release fluid - each nullicle will grow larger as they are filled and shrink to the size you see now when they are emptied." (and damn, each cock already had some pretty substantial balls to start with - I could just imagine the size of these once they got filled). "The skirt will adhere itself to the existing crotch surface to provide an unbroken expanse and further protect the connection,  plus maintain overall integrity.  Remember, Brian, we have a closed system here. There is no prostate to create the seminal fluid and there is no blood to fill the artificial vesicles like the corpora cavernosa in a human penis to make it erect."

"So that's why you designed some cocks with multiple balls! You need to store more fluid!"

"Precisely! The nerve interface for the wearer remains the same - you still feel as if you are ejaculating. But the recipient would not have the experience of the 'skele-jizz' within them once the reservoirs empty. We also need to keep enough fluid on-hand to refill a reservoir to allow the prosthetic to soften so it can be disconnected."

Niko paused. "Another side benefit of the multiple nullicle reservoir configuration is to further distance ourselves from ordinary human anatomy - after all, skeletors should have a 'skele-cock', correct?" He chuckled.  "My... this nomenclature definitely has a ring to it!" 

We spent some time filling all the reservoirs in the organs and the balls did expand to accommodate their load. We used something like a little socket wrench to open the reservoirs and then a small tube connected to a large container pumped the receptacles full.

Doc picked one of the human-type prosthetics. "Now that the organs are filled, let me show you how to attach them. I will open the connection port first." Doc tapped the side of his skull and an circular indentation appeared at his crotch. It continued to sink until it split open vertically to reveal a round connector surrounded by a blue LED ribbon light. He pushed the organ into the connector and gave it a twist. I heard a CLICK and the blue and green lights on the cock lit up.

"Now the skele-cock is powered up and connected to my sensory-neural network. In order to get it erect, one needs to create a feedback loop..." Doc took a bottle of lube from the table and poured it on his cock and proceeded to stroke himself.

"Ahhh - this feels marvelous... " As he continued to stroke, the organ became longer, harder and erect. "At this point, it would be time to insert it into a maintenance shaft or... continue with a personal massage." Doc stroked himself faster and I could see that the dickhead was getting bigger and bigger. 

Niko's back bowed and he screamed as a gusher of skele-jizz exploded out of his organ. He continued to stroke himself and four more eruptions of the pearly-gray fluid hit the wall and dripped onto the floor. Panting, he stopped. "You'll see an indicator in your display when the reservoirs are empty..." 

His dick began to slowly deflate until it was again in its original semi-erect state. He squeezed the area where the cock connected to his crotch and twisted it in the opposite direction. With a CLICK he disconnected it from himself and his opening sealed up, once again revealing an upbroken expanse of his gray front pouch. He motioned to me to select a different skele-cock and attach it to myself.

I picked up the 3-ball model. I tapped the FRONT icon in my display and my crotch opened up to reveal my connector. I twisted the cock into it's locked position and touched the new appendage when the lights powered on. Sensations crackled through me like lightning bolts and I sunk to my knees in ecstacy. 

"Jesus Christ!!!"

"The multi-reservoir models pack more sensors per square centimeter than the more human versions..."

"NOW you tell me..." I laughed and pushed myself back to my feet. I poured a jacket of lube onto my more exotic tool and stroked myself until I was hard - I couldn't believe it - I was at least a foot long. And that size looked completely proportional to my physique.

I strode over to Doc and pushed him against the table - he bent forward as I thrust my skele-cock into his maintenance shaft. He groaned with pleasure as I grabbed his waist began to pump.

 

* * *

I can't begin to tell you how HARD it was to generate that last image!

But it had to happen ... I did mention it in the first story, and I needed to follow through with what would happen if Holtzmann decided to create "pleasure organs" for himself and Brian (and perhaps the other skeletors later on) - since the modifications are basically invisible, the option of giving this ability to other skeletors is completely optional, and completely up to their creator....

I can see Niko and Brian growing into the same type of relationship as between Alexander the Great and his general, Hephaestion. Despite the fact that the doctor is an evil genius with some truly megalomaniacal plans, I believe he has formed a deep and lasting bond with the former architect.

Stay tuned for another installment!

 

 

Encapsulation

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(Incidental character dialog will show up in this colour )

ARCHITECT GETS LIFE.   

They dragged disgraced high-society designer Brian Hayes kicking and screaming out of his plush glass-walled studio yesterday, but no amount of thrashing in handcuffs could wash the blood off his hands. 

For months, Hayes lived high on the hog while trading professional ethics for benders and chemical escapism. In the quiet hours when he should have been meticulously checking load-bearing calculations and structural integrity for the city’s newest affordable housing project, Hayes was instead chasing his next fix.

The tragic result? Shoddy, dangerously flawed blueprints rushed out to cover up his spiraling addiction.

When the complex pancaked into a nightmare pile of twisted steel and pulverized concrete, taking 20 innocent lives with it, the truth couldn't stay buried under the rubble for long. Investigators quickly traced the catastrophic structural failures directly back to Hayes’ hallucinated drafting board.

Yesterday, the hammer of justice finally came down hard. The court delivered a swift guilty verdict and handed Hayes a life sentence for multiple counts of homicide.

As officers hauled the disheveled, wild-eyed architect away from his luxury desk — a scene captured on today's front page — the city got its answer. Brian Hayes traded 20 lives for his deadly habits, and now he’ll spend the rest of his days paying the ultimate price behind bars.

18 Months Later... 

"Brian, the final appeal got rejected. There's no other alternative for you now - life without parole."

Sidney Starr looked at the former architect, sighed and began to put the papers back into his briefcase. 

"But I didn't kill those people!" 

"I wish I could still believe you, but it's gotten progressively harder to refute the mountains of evidence. Your piss-poor blueprints were the proximate cause of the building collapse and you were responsible for the death of twenty people. When the contractors produced evidence of the bribes you gave them, that was the final straw. I can't do anything else for you. Goodbye, Brian."

After the lawyer left, two prison guards dragged him off and the now-convicted felon was brought to a wing of the prison that he never seen before. He noticed it was not typical construction, but more utilitarian and worn. Hayes was brought into a room where he was stripped and blasted with a firehouse; after that he was given several enemas which caused him massive cramps until the water dribbling out of his ass was clear. 

Hayes was provided with another jumpsuit and frog-marched into different room full of consoles and other electronic equipment. He gasped in shock as he saw two powerful beings - anatomically correct showing muscles, tendons, but no skin and all in tones of gray and white. On their bodies, blue and green status lights gleamed or pulsed. The faces were skulls with glowing green and blue LED lights in their black eye sockets. Their hands were cuffed behind their backs. They wore no clothing. They had no sexual organs - just a bulge where their cock and balls should have been. They were standing off to the side of the room.

"W-who are those people?"

"What, ass-wipe." One of the guards slapped him. "That's your new cell - you're gonna be just like them in a little while." 

The other guard chuckled as well. "No escape for you, motherfucker. Ever."

One of the skull-monsters spoke. He twisted his head around to look directly at the architect. "Better fight it, kid. It's better if they knock you out during the change." Despite the terrifying appearance, the voice of the monster sounded completely human. And incredibly sad.

"Shuddup McCabe. Or you want to get another round of pain protocol?" The skull monsters turned around completely to watch the proceedings, but stayed quiet.

As Hayes was still gripped by the two guards, a technician wheeled up another bodysuit and several assistants pulled open the back. 

The guards ripped the overall off the prisoner and start shoving him into the suit. "No!" He struggled frantically to avoid the yawning black opening. A hard punch to the face stunned him and the officers continued to push him into the suit - legs first, then arms and then the body itself. The suit felt slick and oily inside, but warm. Hayes felt like he was putting on heavy leathers but once his body was fully within, it became immobile as a statue. A matching skull helmet was pulled over his head and his world became black.

A technician at one of the consoles speaks. "Initiating encapsulation protocol."

The felon collapsed as he felt the suit tightening around him and screamed as every inch of his body seemed to be on fire. Hayes felt slick and muscular things burrowing into his ass, ears, and dick and he felt additional wormlike objects invading his nostrils. His screams were cut off as something soft and powerful filled his mouth and moved down his throat. I can't breathe!!!  The convict felt a sharp pain like a hot poker thrust into his stomach and he passed out.

* * *

HAYES/SX005 

Consciousness returned slowly and I felt the cool air of the AC running over my skin. I was laying collapsed on the floor and I looked up to see the two guards. But my sight was now different - I saw faint gridlines in my vision, with symbols running down the right side of my view and status indicators running across the bottom. In the lower right corner, I saw what appeared to be a map and a 'you are here' blinking in it's center.

I looked down and in horror to see the artificial gray muscles on my arm and the status lights. I saw the gray tendons and the white artificial bones in my hands and I saw faintly colored caps over my knuckles like combat gloves. Slowly, I levered myself up onto my knees.

"Wha.. what happened to me?"

"You're a full-blown skull monster now." Both guards yanked me up my feet and pulled my arms behind me. I heard the SNICK as the handcuffs racheted closed and I'm restrained like the others.

"OK, its feeding time! Thanks Jake!"

The skull monsters - myself and the others - get pushed out the door in single file with the guards following. As we continued walking, it was unnerving to see the world through what appeared to be a heads-up-display. Even stranger was that I felt air moving across my artificial suit (just like it wasn't even there - it felt like I was naked). I felt the rough surface of concrete under my feet and I looked down to see artificial toes as well, stuctured the same way as my hands. Even cuffed, I could feel the artificial surface of my body with the back of my fingers - there was no difference in sensation... maybe even better. I was still in shock, but at the same time, I was amazed at some level.

We now entered another large room filled with even more equipment and a large machine in the rear. The top had several large glass containers filled with different colored opaque liquids and it had tubes snaking out of the front as well.

Without volition, we moved to certain spots on the floor and found ourselves unable to move. Another white-coated technician came into the room and gave each of us a penetrating and evaluative stare from head to toe. He seems to be in charge with a definite aura of command about him. The guy is tall, well-built, but slightly sinister looking with steel-rimmed round glasses and a small, sharply cut beard and mustache.

"I am Doctor Nicholas Holtzmann. The suits you are wearing are now a permanent part of you. The encapsulation process you have undergone is irreversible. Get used to the fact that these are your new bodies. You will forever look the way you do now - skinless, gray, well-muscled, semi-organic things with a skull for a face. 'Skeletors'. Part of the suit's programming is to maintain - at a minimum - the physique you have now, but you can get bigger and more muscular just like anyone else - through heavy weight training and plenty of food." He grinned. "The suits also provide a constant temperature control for your bodies... and as you no longer have any visible - or functional - sexual equipment...  there is no need for clothing. They are also completely waterproof and weatherproof."

"When the suit was encapsulating you to itself, you felt certain invasions of your bodily openings. Those are now sealed and repurposed. You cannot eat food any longer - your mouth and esophagus have been sealed off - you have integral tubing through your nose, sinuses and your mouth opening that only allows air into your lungs; you have also completely lost your sense of smell because of this. The tubes also prevent you from speaking - your voices have been programmed into speech synthesizers built into the suits and the nerve impulses from your attempts at speech produce your voice now. This process is called 'subvocalization.' The suits also can provide different levels and types of punishment - loss of hearing, loss of vision, loss of mobility and pain sensations over your entire body or at specifically targeted areas and at various intensities." 

"Sustenance will be delivered via this machine..." He pointed behind him. "...by attaching an umbilical to your intake valve." He tapped the port on one of us at the lower center of the abdomen. "Another reason why your sense of smell is no longer necessary."

One technician pulled a tube from the machine to the skeletor named McCabe and connected it to the valve where his bellybutton had been. In a few moments, the tube filled with yellow fluid from the machine and cycled through various other colored fluids.

"These fluids are completely non-residual. That means they are fully absorbed by your body and you will never have to use a restroom again. Any waste water is completely recycled as well. Additional water is always available through dispensers throughout this section of the prison. You may connect the hoses to your intake valves. The physical connection is a simple bayonet mount - push the release button and twist to the right to connect and to the left to disconnect. There are also electronic components, but you need only concern yourself with the physical connection."

Other technicians scurried to pull additional hoses and attached them to the rest of us.

"Your liquid meals are served three times a day. The connectors and the sustenance are only available here at the prison. You will get a notice in your visual display when you will come for your feedings. Your map will also show you directions to this feeding location."

"These exosuits are also specifically designed to engender a feeling of terror in the general populace, so outside assistance after an escape is impossible. Also, any distance further than 200 feet from the prison walls initiates the automatic lockdown process you are currently experiencing.You would be picked up like a plank of wood and transported back into this facility. Your suits contain GPS trackers, so we know where you are at all times." 

As Holtzmann was speaking, the liquids had cycled through the tubes connected to us and when the tubes cleared, the technicians disconnected them. 

"Your suits have gone through extensive testing to make them the works of art, terror and technology they are now. Let me show you." The doctor pulled off his lab coat and shirt to reveal the same artificial body and arms as we had; he shucked down his pants to reveal the same lower torso and legs as us as well. "I am encapsulated as you are, with the exception of the integrated helmet and gloves. Everything you have experienced so far, I have experienced before you. You should count yourselves fortunate to be part of this grand redesign."

"You got a skullhead too, Doc?" One of the other skeletors spoke up. When I looked at him,  I saw he was identified in my display as SX004.

Holtzman gave us a wicked smile. "I have a several humanoid helmets in different styles, but personally, I do prefer the skull model. I enjoy the feelings of unease and fear it engenders. I also have gloves as well. For the sake of public appearance, I can't wear them all the time, but I wish that was not the case." 

He started to pull on his shirt and pants. "That will be all. Get accustomed to your new and improved existence."

We suddenly became moveable once again and after traversing several more corridors, the guards brought us to large cell. We got uncuffed and shoved in. The door clanged shut with a horrible finality.

I sat on a bunk and put my head in my hands. I was completely distraught and tried to weep, but I couldn't. At that point, I realized how sensitive my touch had become. I started feeling my new face - the structure of the bones and teeth. The jawbone. The spaces between them. The surface of the exosuit was warm to the touch and every defined fiber of the artificial muscles felt firm and alive. They even got harder when I flexed them. The status lights on my body remained steady with a blue or green color.

"Hey...." the inmate named McCabe walked over to me and gave me a nudge with his foot. Looking at my display, I saw that he was identified as Inmate SX002. Looking around at the other skeletors in the cell, I  saw that each one was uniquely identified in my HUD display.

"You okay?" 

I shook my head. "This is so much to take in..."  

"Stand up, buddy." The other skeletor made a front-double biceps pose. "Touch me." 

I did nothing. SX002 stroked my skull and I felt his gentle touch creating a wave of calm within me. 

"Feels good, right? C'mon ... touch me all over." He again resumed his bodybuilding pose.

I stood and proceeded to stroke the face and head of the skeletor before me and then proceeded to run my hands over the artificial muscles. "Ahhh... that feels nice..." I felt a wave of pleasure rush over me as well as I continued to stroke the warm, grey-muscled body in front of me. My hand stroked the bulge where his equipment used to be. "Do you feel anything there?" SX002 shook his head and sighed. "Nothin' different than anywhere else." I squatted and continued to stroke his muscular thighs and glute area. Finally, I finished and stood up. "Thanks, bud. My turn." He motioned to me and I assumed the same pose and relaxed as he proceeded with a similar massage on me. I looked over to see the other two skeletors doing the same thing.

"I'm McCabe. SX003 is Wells and SX004 is Petrelli. You show up as SX005. What's your name?"  I noticed our conversation was also captioned in my display.

"Brian Hayes. I can't believe this has happened to me. What are we going to do?"

"Survive. What else? Like Doc Holtzmann said, this is our new existence. And these are our new bodies." Another voice cut in. From the back of the cell, another skeletor was reclining on a bunk with one knee pulled up. The HUD display indicated him as SX001.

He stood up and stretched. His suit was slightly different than our own, looking more like stylized armor versus our artificial musculature, but the skull mask remained the same. As did his intake valve. "I'm Wesson. Welcome to the club."

* * *

It seemed we had a fairly empty prison wing to ourselves; the guards didn't even lock us up any more since they knew we couldn't physically survive outside of the four walls. 

In addition to lots of physical exercise, we enjoyed taking showers and soaping each other up - the tactile sensations beneath the water was a great release for any physical tension all of us built up. We also found we liked spooning together when we slept at night - just feeling another warm body against you made the situation we were in more livable - I normally stayed with SX002 - McCabe. The bunks were too small for two of us, so we wound up staying together on the floor. Petrelli and Wells did the same; Wesson - as usual - stayed by himself.

I guess we're under constant surveillance - but without us asking, we all got moved to a much larger area. It's more like a big storage room with some high windows and a regular door with several big mattresses on the floor; it's much better suited for us the way we are. 

We also had our daily feedings - we got an amber warning in our HUDs - and if we didn't start moving within ten minutes, we found out the hard way our suits took over and brought us there whether we liked it or not. We're free to explore the prison wing we're in and if Doc Holtzmann was present during our feedings, I tended to stay back and talked to him for a while. He seemed surprised and abrupt at first, but both of us have begun to enjoy the conversations.

* * * 

I decided to see if I could visit Doc during non-feeding hours. Using my HUD map - and after more than a few false turns - I finally found the administrative area for this section of the prison. I knocked on the doorframe and his assistant gave a short scream when she saw me.

"Geez, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you... I was wondering if I could talk to Doc? Is he around?"

She regained her composure quite quickly and even gave me a smile. 

"You're SX005, aren't you? He's doing some paperwork right now. Let me see if he's available." After a quick call on the phone, she motioned for me to go into his office.

"Thanks."

I knocked on the inner door and entered. Holtzmann had removed his clothes and had donned his skull mask and gloves. Wow... He looks just like one of us. He was sitting at a desk strewn with papers and typing on a computer. After typing a few sentences, he turned to me. 

"Five - come in! This is a surprise!" I saw my HUD showing as MASTER when looking at the doctor. He motioned me to take a seat next to him.

"Doc - I don't know if I'm allowed to ask, but I have some questions about the suit."

"I'll answer what I can, Five. But some of the information is classified."

"What are these glowing crystals in my chest and back?"

"Those power the non-organic components of your body - they're thorium-diamond batteries. The development costs were astronomical, but the actual manufacturing process is incredibly cheap. The battery has a lifespan of 400 years."

"Damn..." I shook my head in amazement. Diamonds?

"Doc - I think the reason we got put into these suits was for some sort of experimentation on the down low, right? I've been in this body seven months now, and it took a bit getting used to, but I've gotten to actually LIKE being like this. I don't really miss eating - or wearing clothes - or going to the can - this is ME now - and it feels good. I don't... I don't really think of myself as completely human any more, either - I'm something different. Maybe even better. I'm not a somebody inside of an exosuit... I AM a 'skeletor'." 

"How about the other inmates?"

"I think they've accepted the change, but I don't know if they appreciate it like I do. It's not something we talk about."

Holtzmann nodded. "Is there anything you actually do miss, Brian? May I call you 'Brian' when we are alone? You may call me 'Niko' if you like as well."

"Sure, Doc... um... Niko. Well, the biggest thing is being able to smell. Like a bakery. Or apples. Actual sex, sometimes. But we all touch each other and it feels good - it's best substitute we have, right? And thank you for moving us into that larger room and giving us bigger mattresses - we all feel better at night when we're holding each other."

"I made sure that all your tactile sensors were as sensitive or more sensitive than your original fingertips and skin. And I added some additional instructions for touch activating your pleasure centers. Tell me ... as you lay together, do you fantasize about gay sex with other skeletors? Being able to thrust some gigantic semi-organic member into some waiting hole?" He chuckled. "Like a landing strip tunnel with lights??"

My jaw dropped open in shock and Niko laughed. (Yes, our skeletal jaws move when we speak or when we're surprised.) "Those feelings are perfectly in line with becoming a skeletor. I'm currently working on something to be attached to us that would provide that sort of functionality."

"And the hole, Doc?"

"That as well - but that is more of a programming issue and some minor modifications than anything else - that functionality already exists."

"When I decided to encapsulate myself, I was unsure if I was doing the right thing, but I came to feel the same way as you. Being like this is far better than being just an ordinary human. Granted, there are limitations,  but even as a human there were limitations. Different ones. Of course, I can remove my mask and gloves - you cannot - but I'm glad you've come around to this way of thinking. I do feel a certain kinship with you, Brian -  you've adjusted amazingly well as this change was not a voluntary choice for you."

He stroked his bony chin. "I wonder if you would be willing to be the subject of an experiment? There would be no physical danger to you - in fact, you could only benefit from it. Think of it as the next phase of your evolution as a skeletor."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Do you enjoy working out with weights?"

"Not much else to do around here otherwise, Niko - that, showering and feeding. I've gotten more accustomed to heavy exercise inside of the prison than when I was outside. I work out a lot and do a lot of jogging. We all do. It's also good we have access to the internet - I spend my time looking at cooking sites and imagining what the stuff smells like."

"What do the others look at?"

"Wells likes looking at racing cars and NASCAR. Petrelli watches a lot of telenovelas. McCabe likes space stuff. Wesson tends to keep to himself. Umm..." I paused.

Doc looked at me and motioned me to continue. "We all like looking at male bodybuilders or physique models - working out, sweating, oiled up, posing, or in competitions. I guess they're the closest humans to us in terms of build."

  

He nodded. "I'd like to modify your feed mixture to induce additional skeletal and muscular development, with concomitant nano-materials added for your suit to expand with you - you'd need to work out more on a daily basis with increasingly heavier weights. I'd also give you access to my personal gym. Would you consider it?"

"Sure! I'd love to have the body of a Chris Bumstead or a Nick Walker!"

"Perfect!" Holtzmann typed some information on the computer. "I've modified your feed balance and I've also indicated that you are qualified for additional feedings over and above the standard three. I've also given you access to my gym. Your right hand contains RFID transmitters, so you just need to place your hand over the access panel. Let me show you where it is." 

The two of us - two skeletors - strolled down several corridors. I took note of where this was located on my HUD map. Doc opened the door with his hand over the access panel. It blinked green and I heard the lock snapping open. We entered and I looked around to see a small, but very well-appointed fitness room with machines, exercise benches and plenty of weights.

"I'll requisition more plates from the other prison gyms. You'll need them. Why don't you start now? I have a meeting I must attend and unfortunately, I have to look more human. You can see yourself out, Brian - we'll speak later."

* * * 

I started the new diet regimen from Niko the following week - the other skeletors joked with me that I'd become his lab rat - which wasn't far from the truth - I've grown closer to Doc ... Niko...  and I found myself having lots of conversations with him on various topics - the suit, his work, the prison, and current events. The five of us skeletor inmates work out twice a day in the regular exercise yard as well, but the rest of the prisoners/inmates tend to keep their distance - even after seeing us around for all this time, I guess we still scare the shit out of them.

After 2 months on the new mixture, I've noticed some really significant changes - I've grown about 2 inches and I've packed on a lot more mass; the suit has also reflected that change in the size of my artificial muscles as well. The other skeletors - particularly McCabe - SX002 - also have noticed my bulking up. I haven't mentioned the changes to my fluid composition to them, just chalking it up to more exercise and the optional feedings. 

At last, some of the inmates are getting less scared of us - one of them actually asked to touch me after a strenuous workout and I let him. He was amazed at the feel of my enhanced body and I returned the favor by gently stroking him as well. I have to admit it was good feeling his equipment, even thru the orange jumpsuit. 

That fondling between us obviously didn't go over well with his boyfriend. Another guy tried to attack me and I slammed him against the wall and held him by his throat - I saw the growing terror on his face as a growled at him. "You ever pull this shit again with me - or any other skeletor - I'll crush your fucking neck like squeezing a banana!" 

The guards stood back and didn't want to interfere - one, I was much bigger (and I guess, still scarier) than any of them now and two, they didn't want to get reprimanded (or worse) by Holtzmann. I let him go and chuckled as I saw he had pissed himself as he ran off.

My changes haven't stopped and I'm continuing to get bigger and taller, much to my amazement and to those around me. I really appreciate the time with Niko when he puts on his mask and gloves and becomes a full skeletor like the rest of us. Doc has said my growth is slowing and I should top off at about eight feet. We really get off on touching and stroking each other's bodies. As I said before, he's about six feet tall and well built, but there's a huge difference now between the two of us (and between me and the other skeletors) than when I first got encapsulated. 

 

Currently, I'm about 7 1/2 feet tall and weigh about 470 pounds - quite the improvement! I think my new size is making me more aware of how different I am now from homo sapiens - I truly see myself as a completely different being now - a real 'skeletor'.  Doc has been on the new feeding program for two months now and I'm starting to see the increases in mass and height in him as well. Niko decided to let the other guys get the altered feed and get bigger too, so we will be all larger, more muscular, more powerful and hell, better - than humans. I think that this further transformation will also help them along in enjoying their new bodies and gaining some pride in the beings they've become. 

* * *

"Come in." An inmate was ushered into Warden Joseph Miller's office and the guard stood at rest beside the door. The prisoner sat in front of the desk.

"What can I do for you, Williams?" 

"Boss, a bunch of us asked me to talk to you for all of us. We got a request."

"I'm a fair man, Williams - if the request is reasonable, I think we can make accomodations... what is it?"

Williams opened his mouth, then closed it. The words rushed out. "We want to become skeletors too."

"What!!???" Miller's expression was one of shock.

The inmate continued in a rush. "We see how they act and what they can do. I talked to the giant one - Five - and we know what's involved.  We unnerstand it's permanent and we can't eat no more ... an' no more prison sex, but that's okay by us. We think those things don't really matter if we can be like them. Big an' tall and all muscle and bein' scary as shit. Is that possible?"

"H-How many of you are we talking about?"

" 'bout 50. Alla us got pretty long terms - if'n you want, we can act up so's you got a reason to extend our sentences. Would you check an' lemme know? - I'll tell the other fellas what you say. I know it ain't completely up to you - you gotta check with Doc Holtzmann if he can actually make that many of us. Thanks for listenin', sir... we all 'preciate you bein' open-minded..."

Williams gets up from the chair and the guard escorts him out.

With a slightly sour look on his face, the Warden picks up phone. "Nicholas??  - I owe you dinner. You told me that other inmates would want to become skeletors and I told you that was a foolish assumption. I was wrong. Terribly wrong. I just got a request for 50 inmates to get encapsulated. Is that something you can manage?"

"Of course, Joseph. The capacity of the feeding station can handle up to 500 inmates. I specifically overbuilt it just for this purpose. I can also bring several more online very quickly. I'm certain once this initial batch is converted, you'll be getting even more requests. I also have some semi-permanent exosuits we can use as well for shorter-term encapsulations. They are still gray and skinless, but look a bit more human. We can also keep them more human-sized to reflect their temporary status. Let me check my  inventory and get back to you." Holtzmann hung up.

The warden shook his head. "Damn.... I guess we'll be getting more skeletors..." A wicked gleam appeared in his eyes.  "We'll be saving a lot of money on food, clothing, supplies and such... not anything we actually have to report on our financials... and I'm sure we can put that spare money to good use..."  He leans back and grins. "And we won't need as many guards either...."

* * * 

Holtzmann put down his cell phone and propped his feet onto the desk. A sly smile crossed his face. 

"Everything is going to plan - and even better than I expected with the growth enhancements on the initial group."

I'm going to so enjoy being an eight-foot skeletor. 

"And so it begins. This entire facility will soon be Encapsulated... I should work on a plan for the staff now as well ... "

"...and finish up with those prosthetics and modifications for Brian and myself..."

He reached for his skull mask and pulled it over his head. As it integrated into the suit itself, the LEDs powered up in the black eye sockets. The skull almost looked gleeful.

"Ahhh.... An evil genius's work is never done..."

 * * *

This story was taken from another plotline that has been bouncing around for more than three years, and I STILL have problems with it. I actually got a bit further on that story with the development of the 'Darkening' process. 

The initial story went something like this - Zack, Charlie and Mattie are working together to get back some $100 printing plates that were stolen to be used by terrorists for destabilizing the currency and replace them with damaged versions. They need to travel to Florida as black men and infiltrate a mobster's mansion - who happens to also own an adult film studio and often uses his property as a filming location. The three black men are scheduled to be starring in multiple gay videos.

I got further now since Charlie and Mattie (now Chuy and Inti) are hypermuscular Latinos and Zack can easily transform both of them into equally impressive black men for the adult films they will perform in. Zack, on the other hand, hasn't taken Transanabol and Erotropin, so while he is well-built, he's nowhere near the size of the other two - and he has to be for the plot to work. In comes a 'chameleon suit' which would not only increase his mass, but also has the ability to conform to whatever design is programmed into it. So Zack can become a massively muscled black man, just as he will convert Chuy and Inti.

However... the idea of the exosuit had a mind of it's own and spun off a different story about the suit itself and then sort of wrapped itself back around the original story. 

Complicated, right?

So back it goes on the shelf for now. The idea of the 'chameleon' suit' looking like a gray anatomical and skinless body struck a chord with me, so THIS story came into being... and the concept of the face looking like a skull came from a silicone mask I recently sold.

 
So that's the backstory to this story.... I hope you enjoy it! I feel there's going to be at least one more addition here - revolving around the 'prosthetics' that Niko Holtzmann will be developing and the concomitant activities those will engender!