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It was a chilly late autumn morning. Most passersby were already wrapped in warm
scarves and wearing various sweaters. Some, more sensitive to the cold, had even donned thick down coats.

But in this biting wind, one person stood out, wearing a tiny miniskirt that barely
covered her thighs. On her legs were a pair of shimmering black pantyhose, and on her feet were summer
sandals. This incongruous outfit drew frequent stares from passersby.

In this windy weather, her miniskirt was frequently billowing in the wind, revealing her
genitals encased in black pantyhose. Many men stared intently at the pantyhose covering her genitals,

hoping it would become transparent so they could see inside. Weiwei's expression
remained unchanged, except for a flushed face, as if it were perfectly natural. Other men, however, stared at her
feet encased in pantyhose. Because Weiwei's toes were completely encased in stockings, resembling rice cakes,
the shape of her feet was entirely obscured. The disproportionate size of her feet and thighs, so thick, made it
clear to all the women that she was wearing more than six or seven layers of pantyhose. To completely
obscure the outline of a foot with pantyhose, one would need to wear at least ten layers of extra-thick, winter-grade pantyhose to achieve even a slight effect.

Normally, a woman's feet aren't particularly attractive, but when wearing pantyhose,
the shape outlined by the stockings becomes quite alluring. The more pantyhose worn, the more blurred the foot's curves become,
creating a greater visual impact. If the foot's curves completely disappeared, resembling rice cakes, it would be extremely
attractive. And when Weiwei intentionally or unintentionally revealed her chubby
black hands, the same material and color as the pantyhose, tucked into her pockets, all the women understood that Weiwei was probably not wearing pantyhose at that moment
, but rather something like bodysuits or a tight-fitting garment. Weiwei walked down the main street, feeling the various
gazes of different people. Hearing all sorts of comments praising her provocativeness, her face flushed crimson.

Because of the cold weather, everyone's faces were rosy from the wind, so
Weiwei's current emotions weren't overly apparent.

Weiwei was originally a pantyhose fetishist, but one day she saw a special
garment online that resembled pantyhose—a bodysuit. This garment used a similar material to pantyhose, but unlike
them, it rose above the waist, even covering her breasts. Moreover, it came with gloves.

From the moment Weiwei saw this garment, she couldn't take her eyes off it. Weiwei used her
remaining money to continuously buy all sorts of bodysuits. These garments were mostly inexpensive, with only
one or two particularly thick bodysuits being expensive. Even so, these bodysuits and similar items emptied
Weiwei's meager savings.

Weiwei loved the smooth, silky feel of wearing pantyhose; it sent waves of excitement through her body . The friction between
the pantyhose-covered areas of her body, in particular, sent a deep, visceral thrill through her. The friction between her thighs was especially intense. 　　The constant friction at the base of her thighs sometimes brought her to orgasm instantly. Since this discovery , Weiwei wore pantyhose every night at home and lay in bed rubbing her thighs together until she reached orgasm. This habit continued day after day. If she didn't reach orgasm one day, she wouldn't be able to sleep all night. 　　But one day, Weiwei found it increasingly difficult to achieve an orgasm. She realized that the friction between her legs felt like the friction of bare thighs—dull and devoid of sensation. This increasing inability to reach orgasm made Weiwei extremely depressed. Perhaps she wasn't wearing pantyhose enough, Weiwei thought. So, every time Weiwei went to sleep, she would wear all her pantyhose, about twenty or so pairs. Each time, it would take her one or two hours to put on so many pantyhose . And it really worked; the friction between her thighs was minimized, she could barely feel her thighs rubbing together, only the fabric of the pantyhose rubbing against each other. And this kind of friction was exactly what Weiwei liked best. So everything seemed to be back to normal. 　　However, because pantyhose are made of silk, they are easily torn by things on the bed for various reasons. Therefore, a large portion of Weiwei's monthly salary went towards dealing with those discarded pantyhose. Constantly torn, then constantly thrown away, then constantly buying more. 　　Weiwei was also very distressed about becoming a spendthrift. But the pursuit of climax is a woman's nature. Although Weiwei reminded herself every time she put them on that she would never buy pantyhose again, that thought would immediately vanish once she put them on. Weiwei became increasingly dependent on pantyhose. However, many troubles still plagued Weiwei. First, the pantyhose lacked a crotch, and after orgasm, she usually felt an intense urge to urinate. Even if there was only a little urine in her bladder, the strong urge still forced her to go to the toilet afterward. 　　If she bought pantyhose with an open crotch, it would be extremely difficult for her to reach orgasm. Therefore, after each orgasm, Weiwei would reluctantly take off her pantyhose and run to the toilet to urinate. After urinating, she would quickly put on a large number of pantyhose again. 　　Second, pantyhose weren't as tight as pantyhose, and sometimes the friction from her body would pull them up completely. This would instantly dampen Weiwei's enthusiasm, making her feel like she'd been doused with cold water just before reaching orgasm. Her libido would rapidly decline. Third, pantyhose didn't keep her warm. Even wearing dozens of pantyhose, Weiwei dared not wander around in a room with temperatures below -5 degrees Celsius because it was simply too cold. These problems caused Weiwei immense distress. But she couldn't think of any solutions. Pantyhose are different from bodysuits; bodysuits don't have zippers, and the entire body is pulled in from the neck. The neck area has very little elasticity, and a gentle pull can create a hole like a water tank. It felt really boring. 　　Weiwei kept searching on Baidu for solutions to these problems. Soon, Weiwei's first question...

The problem was solved. When wearing the pantyhose, a diaper was placed under the genitals. After orgasm, one could simply squat
down and let the urine be released automatically. Not only would the urine be absorbed, but
the vaginal fluids secreted during the constant state of arousal would also be absorbed. Although Weiwei
knew there was a diaper under her vagina when squatting to urinate, she still blushed with embarrassment, as if her genitals were being exposed to others
. Weiwei liked this feeling of shame, but she wasn't a true exhibitionist and didn't like
having her genitals truly exposed to others.

What surprised Weiwei even more was that solutions to the second and third problems were also found. Regarding
the issue of the pantyhose not being tight enough, a new type of clothing came into Weiwei's view—a bodysuit. The bodysuit
was made of the same material as the super-thick pantyhose, both tight and warm. The only difference was that the bodysuit had
a zipper at the back. This made Weiwei feel a little imperfect. She wished the bodysuit had no zipper so she couldn't
take it off. But that was just wishful thinking. Because diapers had to be changed every day. Even the most absorbent diapers
couldn't withstand Weiwei's constant torment. Every time she changed a diaper, it wasn't filled with Weiwei's urine,
but with her own vaginal fluid. This further fueled Weiwei's desires.

After resolving these issues, Weiwei became even bolder. She often wore
the bodysuit to work, and her colleagues gave her strange looks for wearing gloves.

Even the boss asked why she wore gloves to work, and Weiwei brushed it off by saying she liked them. However,
the gloves didn't significantly affect her work, so the boss turned a blind eye
. But anyone with a discerning eye could see the trickery involved. Because Weiwei used to wear black
pantyhose year-round, and now she was not only still wearing them, but also gloves made of the same material, anyone with a little
knowledge would know that Weiwei was wearing a bodysuit. Especially since Weiwei had a colleague named Xiaogang, a
self-proclaimed otaku who claimed to have seen countless pornographic films and all kinds of women. Seeing Weiwei like this, he immediately
guessed that she was wearing a bodysuit. Xiaogang deliberately walked to Weiwei's side, suddenly grabbed her
left hand, and then pulled up her sleeve, revealing her entire arm covered by the black bodysuit.
All eyes immediately turned to her.

"Hey, Weiwei, why are you wearing pantyhose on your hand?" Xiaogang
said with a wicked grin to Weiwei's wide-eyed glare.

"What are you doing? Let go! What I wear is none of your business!"

Xiao Gang looked around at the group of like-minded guys around him, and his courage suddenly grew. "
Wearing such lewd clothes all year round, are you trying to show off your figure or to seduce us so we can 'moisten' you?"

"You..." Weiwei was so angry with Xiao Gang that she couldn't speak. Seeing her colleagues looking at her strangely,
as if everyone was saying, "You're so lewd!" Weiwei's nerves were on edge from all the teasing
. At the same time, she felt incredibly excited because everyone had discovered she was wearing a tight-fitting outfit.

"These aren't pantyhose, they're a bodysuit, a onesie," Weiwei had to clarify.

However, Xiao Gang didn't seem ready to let her off the hook: "You really are a slut. This kind of clothing is only
worn by women when they want to please men. How can a woman without a husband wear this to work?

Have you got your eye on someone in our company? Hehe."

Weiwei knew that her clothing wasn't generally accepted. In most people's eyes,
tight-fitting clothes represented promiscuity. Weiwei could only stand up and walk towards the boss's office; she was preparing to resign and start a new job.
She changed jobs to continue her private games. Unexpectedly, after taking only a few steps,
the friction between her thighs caused her body, already intensely excited, to involuntarily spasm.

Everyone saw Weiwei tremble several times and her breathing
become heavy as she prepared to walk towards the boss's office.

The sharp-eyed Xiaogang immediately knew Weiwei had orgasmed. "Look everyone! This slut
orgasmed while walking!"

At first, everyone was confused, but after hearing Xiaogang's words and recalling their
wives' orgasms in bed, they realized Weiwei perfectly embodied the act of a woman's orgasm. Immediately, her
colleagues, who had previously been hesitant, all looked at her with the same expressions they used to see a slut or prostitute. Weiwei had tried to suppress
this minor orgasm, but hearing Xiaogang's words triggered an extreme climax. Her whole body
trembled violently, and she involuntarily squatted on the ground, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Weiwei finally resigned. This was both the result everyone wanted and the result no one wanted.

But that was completely unimportant now. Weiwei sat at home, feeling an immense headache.
She'd lost her job, meaning her previously meager livelihood and enjoyment were both threatened. Sigh, she could only
find a lower-paying job for now, putting her hobbies aside for the time being. Just then,

Weiwei's doorbell rang…

"Is this Weiwei's address? There's a package for you."

Weiwei was puzzled. She had very few friends, almost none, and even those she did have weren't in the area
. She thought for a while but couldn't think of any other friends nearby. Nevertheless, she took the
package. The package was small, about the size of a pencil box. Weiwei opened it and
found only a few photos and a letter inside. Looking at the photos, Weiwei's anger flared instantly,
because the people in the photos were all Weiwei. They were all photos of Weiwei naked, wearing pantyhose. However,
without exception, every photo showed Weiwei's pantyhose almost covering her genitals. Because she hadn't fully
put it on yet, every photo clearly showed her genitals.

When Weiwei received the photos, her mind went blank. It took her a while to come to her senses. Trembling, she
picked up the letter from the box: "Dear Miss Weiwei: Hello! I'm so sorry to contact you in this way..."
Contact us. We are genuinely interested in cooperating with you. We've heard that Ms. Weiwei is quite fond of wearing bodysuits and
similar garments, which is why we've paid so much attention to you. Presumably, Ms. Weiwei has lost her job, and
finding a new one will take a long time to raise her salary. During this time, you
certainly won't be able to pursue your hobby. Fortunately, our company has a branch that specializes in bodysuits, and we recently
launched a new product. Unfortunately, we haven't had a single model apply. That's why we thought of you.

The job is simple: just walk a few steps in our specially designed bodysuit. Of course,
Ms. Weiwei will be well-compensated. The compensation is 500,000, and after the advertisement is successful, our company will
provide you with any style of pantyhose and bodysuit free of charge. If you can imagine it, we will make it.
When your family comes to our company, they will pay them a large sum for retirement, and you will be told that you are going
abroad for further studies.

Finally, let me remind Ms. Weiwei again, don't even think about calling the police, or you'll find that tomorrow these photos of you
will be circulated throughout the entire city. Furthermore, whichever city you move to, we'll send the photos there
. We'll especially target your workplace. I believe Ms. Weiwei understands the gravity of this
. The car is already parked outside. My company awaits Ms. Weiwei's arrival.

"Shadow Group, [Date]"

Weiwei held the threatening letter, trembling with anger, her face turning from red to white to green. A fierce internal
struggle raged within her. Going—whoever took these photos is definitely not a good person; if they're not a good person, then those promises
are likely empty words. Not going—she would be completely seen as a slut, and if these
photos were sent to her future workplace, she would be fired immediately. Her livelihood would be severely threatened
. Besides, she had her parents. The situation would be even worse then. Although she knew it was a
huge trap ahead, Weiwei had no choice but to compromise.

Holding the photos, Weiwei angrily opened the door of the Santana sedan parked in front of her.

"Where's your boss? I want to see your boss!"

"When you arrive at our company, the boss will naturally come out to meet you
. You have one minute to consider," the driver said coldly.

"..." Weiwei opened the back door and slammed it shut. The Santana sped away...

Three hours later...

"Ah! A warm welcome to Miss Weiwei's humble abode. It truly honors our company!"
Yingyi said, extending his hand to shake Weiwei's.

Weiwei glanced at Yingyi with disgust, completely ignoring him. "I want to see your boss!"

"The boss is out on business; I'll be acting as his representative."

"Give me back my photos, or I'll sue you," Weiwei threatened.

"Then go ahead and sue," Yingyi said coldly, his fake smile gone.

Weiwei gritted her teeth, knowing she had no leverage against them. She could only ask if
the payment mentioned in the letter was real; she wanted money first before she would model for them.

Yingyi's icy face thawed instantly. "Okay, we'll transfer the money to your parents right away.
Call them again in five minutes."

Five minutes later…

Weiwei dialed her mother's number, confirming the extra seven or eight hundred thousand in the account
before feeling slightly relieved.

Hanging up, Weiwei said coldly, "Where are the bodysuits? I want to leave this place immediately."

"No rush, sign this contract first."

Weiwei carefully read the words, which read like a contract of servitude. She signed her name at the end.

The contract was quite simple: Weiwei had to wear various bodysuits from the company, including
latex clothing. The contract was for two days. After two days, Weiwei could leave on her own, but
she would need to remove the bodysuit she was wearing. From then on, neither party would interfere with the other, and all the photos and negatives would be returned to Weiwei
.

The moment Weiwei signed her name, she was destined for a path of no return.

Yingyi, grinning maliciously, pulled Weiwei into a room that resembled a laboratory. Then Yingyi handed Weiwei a
note and told her to read everything on it. Weiwei was a little confused; there were only two
days in total, and instead of using her time to model, they were wasting time on this. However, Weiwei didn't delve into it.

The note contained many obscene sentences. For example, sentences like, "I'm just that lewd,
what can you do to me? Besides, I'm not directly exposing my genitals or anus, I'm just wearing a tight-fitting outfit,
what's it to you? I'm not breaking the law. If you obstruct me again, I'll sue you. And so on...
"

Although Weiwei was puzzled by these lewd words, she still read all
the sentences on the paper.

Then Yingyi led Weiwei to a 100-square-meter room. It was filled with all sorts of colorful
tight-fitting outfits. Weiwei looked at these tight-fitting outfits, her breathing involuntarily becoming heavier. She wished her contract would
expire immediately so she could demand all the tight-fitting outfits in this room from the company.

Yingyi led Weiwei through the room to an even larger room. This room was completely unfurnished
, except for a piece of equipment that could barely be considered a machine in the corner. "Okay, Weiwei, please stand on this machine
for three minutes. We need all your measurements and data." Weiwei nonchalantly stepped onto the platform. Streaks
of purple light floated up and down over Weiwei's body. After a short while, the light stopped working.

"Alright, you can go try on the bodysuit now."

Yingyi led Weiwei back to the room filled with bodysuits they had just passed.

"Wear whatever you like, whatever color you prefer. But you must wear at least ten of them."

With that, Yingyi left the room.

Weiwei touched the colorful bodysuits, feeling incredibly excited. She desperately wanted to wear
all the bodysuits in the room, but this thought remained just a fleeting idea. Although Weiwei had a bodysuit fetish, she still cared about her appearance, and subconsciously, she wouldn't wear
a bodysuit if it ruined her figure . 　　Weiwei picked up a white bodysuit and began quickly undressing herself. After taking off her clothes, she immediately grabbed the white bodysuit and started putting it on from the feet. The bodysuit was quite thick, probably the kind worn in the cold winters of northern China. This type of bodysuit was thick, warm, and sturdy, but not very breathable. Weiwei slowly placed her thighs inside the thick bodysuit. Then she slowly pulled it up, and when she reached her genitals, she was surprised to find that the bodysuit had something resembling a male penis sheath at the genital and anal area . The penis sheath was very long, at first glance it looked like two tails growing from Weiwei's genitals and anus. 　　Weiwei cursed it as a pervert and let the penis sheath hang down below her genitals. Because she was a woman, this thing was obviously designed for men, so Weiwei ignored it. Then Weiwei pulled the bodysuit up to her neck. The bodysuit opened at the back with a thin, almost invisible zipper. The bodysuit had a hood, and Weiwei noticed that there was something that looked like a penis sheath in the mouth area of the hood . Weiwei ignored it. Then Weiwei used her palms and fingers to pinch the zipper at the back and slowly pulled it up. That's how she put on the bodysuit. Weiwei felt her vision was greatly restricted. She could hardly see anything in front of her. 　　"Wait a minute, if I can barely see anything after wearing one bodysuit, how can I wear ten? This is definitely a conspiracy!" Weiwei thought alertly. Her hand involuntarily reached for the zipper on her back, trying to pull it down, but the zipper she had just pulled up seemed broken and wouldn't budge. 　　Just then, the door opened, and Yingyi stood in the doorway, grinning maliciously, "It seems Miss Weiwei can't put on a second outfit herself, so I'll help Miss Weiwei out." With that, Yingyi flicked his fingers, and immediately two burly men grabbed Weiwei's arms and twisted them behind her back. 　　"Ouch...it hurts! You're cheating! You're violating the contract! I'm going to sue you!" Weiwei cried angrily. " 　　No, no...we didn't violate the contract, and you are indeed only wearing a bodysuit," Yingyi continued, telling the burly man behind her, "Go, give our lovely Miss Weiwei a few more bodysuits." 　　The first burly man approached Weiwei, holding a dark, shiny bodysuit. He roughly grabbed Weiwei's legs, which were clad in a white bodysuit, and tried to shove them inside. Weiwei kicked and struggled desperately, and the burly man tried several times, but Weiwei kicked them out each time. The burly man felt a surge of anger. He forcefully squeezed Weiwei's knees with both hands , and with a loud "crack," Weiwei felt a sharp pain. Her kicking legs immediately went limp and slammed into the ground. Her knees were dislocated. 　　After dislocating both of Weiwei's knees, the burly man calmly dressed her in one tight-fitting garment after another. Of course, this period of time was spent listening to Weiwei's curses. However, Weiwei's curses grew increasingly muffled and fainter. Perhaps she was tired, or perhaps it was because the tight-fitting garments covered her so much. As more and more tight-fitting garments were put on Weiwei, her facial features became increasingly blurred. If it weren't for the penis sheath covering her mouth, only her nose would be barely recognizable. The rest of her face was covered by smooth stockings. Weiwei's vision had been completely lost by the time she put on the second dark black tight-fitting garment . Her hearing was also lost after she put on a dozen or so tight-fitting garments. 　　Yingyi gestured for the two burly men to release Weiwei's hands. Because Weiwei's knee was dislocated, she collapsed to the ground. Due to the excessive amount of tight clothing she wore, her hands were completely unrecognizable, resembling cotton gloves worn in the dead of winter, except without thumbs. Weiwei frantically tried to tear the tight clothing with her glutinous hands. 　　However, because the clothing was made of a shiny, smooth, and tight fabric like stockings, Weiwei couldn't find any wrinkles to pull it apart. She kept touching her head, trying to find a wrinkle to forcefully break through. After searching for a while, she still couldn't find one. She had initially tried to put her fingers inside the penis sheath to pull it apart, but her glutinous hands couldn't fit inside. 　　Weiwei felt extreme fear about her current situation. Everything was pitch black, and there was absolutely no sound around her. This caused Weiwei to repeatedly stroke her head. They tried to sabotage the bodysuit. 　　Yingyi beckoned to the two burly men, who immediately understood and retrieved a special bodysuit from a corner of the room. This bodysuit was special for two reasons: first, it had no hands; second , its material was made from the rubber bands we used to tie our hair as children. The oppressive feeling of the yellow bodysuit was indescribable. However, before wearing it, Weiwei's body needed a final treatment. 　　At Yingyi's signal, the two men went to Weiwei's genitals and inserted the extra parts of the bodysuit—the vaginal and anal—into her vagina and anus. Then they brought out a chastity belt, made entirely of metal. There were two large dildos at the genital and anal areas. The dildo in the vagina wasn't a traditional straight rod, but was perfectly shaped to fit the inside of a woman's vagina. The burly man then took out a catheter and slowly inserted it into Weiwei's urethra through the hole in the middle of the penis sheath. 　　"Ah! It hurts...you beasts! I'll never forgive you!" Weiwei's muffled curses came from inside the tight-fitting doll. 　　The catheter was successfully inserted into Weiwei's bladder. A stream of slightly yellowish urine flowed uncontrollably without Weiwei's awareness. Of course, Weiwei couldn't see any of this. She only felt a tearing pain in her urethra. The burly man then slowly inserted the penis sheath into Weiwei's anus and vagina.

To ensure full contact between the pantyhose's penis sheath and her vagina and anus, the burly man used a baseball bat to
forcefully shove the sheath into Weiwei's vagina and anus. Weiwei was writhing in pain, but fortunately, two burly men
held her down. Weiwei kept slapping the two men with her muscular hands,
but the tight clothing made slapping feel like tickling.

Then the burly man brought out a bucket of glue—a bio-adhesive that could
bond organic and inorganic materials without hardening. He applied a large
amount of bio-adhesive to Weiwei's vagina and anus, and for better results, he also applied
a large amount to the two dildos on the chastity belt. With a click, the chastity belt was fastened to Weiwei's waist, and no matter how much she twisted and turned
, it remained firmly in place. Then the burly man brought out
a dildo, a special one shaped exactly like a human mouth
. He tried to insert it into her mouth in the same way he would into her vagina. Unlike the vagina, the dildo
had a hole in the middle, because Weiwei's nostrils were completely covered by the tight-fitting clothes, preventing her from breathing
. She could only breathe through her mouth. Once the dildo was in Weiwei's mouth, she was completely
rendered speechless.

She struggled desperately, but with the "help" of the two burly men, it was all in vain.

After about ten minutes, the burly man removed the chastity belt and gag. If you could see
Weiwei's condition now, you would see that her mouth was completely covered by pantyhose. The pantyhose was
pressed tightly against the walls of her mouth, and her tongue was firmly pressed under the pantyhose. Weiwei's
mouth, encased in pantyhose, opened and closed as if trying to say something, but without the aid of her tongue, she could only utter
meaningless sounds like "Ah...ah." The same was true for her vagina and anus.

Weiwei's vagina and anus were now glued to the vaginal and anal walls by pantyhose and bio-glue. The burly man used his fingers
to pry open Weiwei's pantyhose-covered vagina, revealing that the originally pink vaginal walls had completely transformed into a black
, silky pantyhose-covered vagina. The pantyhose extended deep into the vagina, completely adhering to it. Then the burly man
took out four kinds of liquid and poured them into Weiwei's vagina and anus. Normally, the vagina wouldn't absorb these substances,
but now that the vagina and anus were completely covered by pantyhose, the pantyhose would absorb moisture.

"Ah...ah..." Weiwei struggled violently, ignoring the burly man's restraint. Yingyi signaled the burly men
to release her, and Weiwei eagerly used her rice cake-like hands to penetrate her vagina and anus, violently rubbing them in and
out.

"Looks like the boss's itching medicine is quite effective. This slut actually
started masturbating in public, ignoring everyone watching." Ying Yi chuckled wickedly. "Alright, let's do the final wrapping!"

Two burly men used brushes to apply the bucket of bio-glue to Weiwei's body, little by little. Just like that, the bodysuit was
no longer just something Weiwei was wearing; it had become part of her body. The burly men
put the rubber-band bodysuit in the oven and baked it for a few minutes until it puffed up slightly.
They applied a little lubricant to Weiwei's body and then pressed her feet and thighs forcefully into the bodysuit,
while another burly man pulled hard on the outside. Despite this, Weiwei managed to get
one foot in. Weiwei felt as if her foot was being bitten by a wild beast, the immense pressure tightly
constricting her.

The most difficult part to fit was Weiwei's head, because her neck was thin and her head was large, making it very difficult to get it
in. Two large men tried several times but couldn't manage it. Yingyi, exasperated, called over three more large men, and with
a soft "thud," Weiwei's head was finally squeezed into the rubber band bodysuit. The five large
men collapsed to the ground, panting, as if all their strength had been drained. Due to the rubber bands,
Weiwei's hands were tightly bound to her sides, unable to move an inch. Even moving her
little finger was a luxury. Weiwei knew she had no chance of turning the tide. If it weren't for
the opening at the top of the bodysuit, Weiwei would have suffocated.

Even so, her internal organs were still squeezed together by the bodysuit, and her breathing was severely restricted. Previously, Weiwei's overweight and out-of-shape figure, which had been covered by over a dozen bodysuits, was completely transformed back into its original shape by
this bodysuit .
Weiwei desperately wanted to die. However, her legs were
dislocated, and her hands were completely immobile; she could only try to die by starving herself.

Yingyi seemed to anticipate Weiwei's thoughts. He waved his hand, and the burly man immediately understood,
producing a piece of plastic tubing. The tubing had a rigid, O-shaped tip. The man pried open Weiwei's open mouth,
poured in some of the last bit of biological glue, and then, despite Weiwei's violent gagging, forcefully
inserted the tubing into her stomach. The tip of the tubing was actually a hemispherical plastic object,
but it wasn't cut in half; it was cut at three-quarters of its length.
The largest part in the middle was designed to fit inside Weiwei's mouth, while a
large hole in the center allowed for breathing and food to pass through. Weiwei shook her head repeatedly
in resistance to the foreign object, but no matter how much she shook her head, the object remained firmly lodged in her mouth. At first
, Weiwei's mouth could still make some tiny movements when it was inserted, but as the bio-glue solidified, Weiwei's
mouth eventually became an open "O" shape, unable to move at all.

Weiwei was now crying her eyes out inside the bodysuit, but no one would ever see her again. Weiwei
was completely desperate; she kept banging her head against the wall, but the rubber band bodysuit and the dozen or so layers of bodysuits she wore
meant that, apart from slight pain, she felt almost nothing. Weiwei had completely become a rubber
band-like humanoid without any features, but since it was an advertisement, it couldn't end there. Using
the data obtained from scanning Weiwei, Yingyi created a latex skin exactly like Weiwei's, complete with various facial features.
Everything was there, and incredibly lifelike. Even the nipples, genitals, and anus were present, though
the mouth of this latex-skinned figure was slightly open. The burly man dressed these props onto the completely resigned Weiwei. Thus, a
completely new Weiwei was born. She still had the same facial features, the same body, the same genitals and anus; the only
difference was that the real Weiwei had been sealed away by this skin.

Weiwei's expression was cold, and no matter how you provoked her, you could never change that expression
. Yingyi then dressed Weiwei's body in the company's latest bodysuit, a
shimmering bodysuit made from latex material stretched into threads, like pantyhose. However, this bodysuit
was smoother, shinier, and tighter than pantyhose. More importantly, this bodysuit was semi-transparent.
Weiwei's outer latex skin was faintly visible through this semi-transparent bodysuit. Sparse pubic hair, a slightly
twitching vulva, and a slightly twitching anus were all perfectly displayed by this bodysuit.

The only difference was that the two openings at the bottom of this bodysuit extended deep into the vagina and anus. Thus, this
unparalleled bodysuit was fully utilized by Weiwei's athletic figure. Of course, stockings and high heels
are always connected, and where there are stockings, there can't be no high heels. However, after
being restrained by that rubber bodysuit, if Weiwei were to wear tight high heels, her feet would become necrotic due to poor blood circulation.
So, after discussion, under Shadow One's instructions, the big man brought a pair of 16-inch high heels. However, these high heels
only had one sole, and not only was the heel high, but the sole was also high, about five centimeters high. More importantly
, the entire high heel was made of mithril, weighing a total of twenty kilograms, which could effectively stop
the wearer's walking speed and steps. Each step only allowed for about ten centimeters of forward movement before the foot would
run out of strength.

The shoes were bare; the burly man grabbed Weiwei's slightly mushy feet, smeared a thick layer of glue on the soles,
and then stuck the soles to her feet. Then, through the tight-fitting clothes, he straightened Weiwei's dislocated legs.

Thus, this live exhibit was finally complete. However, to Yingyi's dismay, Weiwei refused to get up.
Seeing Yingyi's furrowed brow, the burly man poured a mixture of green liquid into Weiwei's genitals and anus. Weiwei's
previously quiet body immediately began rolling around on the ground, then repeatedly bending over and bowing her head, as if pleading
for something. Yingyi cast a questioning glance at the burly man. The burly man clenched his fist and
rubbed it violently against Weiwei's open vagina, then stirred it inside. Only then did Weiwei begin to convulse on the ground, her vagina
continuously expelling large amounts of thick, white vaginal fluid.

The big man explained, "Her vagina and anus are constantly itchy, but she can't masturbate herself; she
can only achieve orgasm through external means. According to scientific research, when a person is close to orgasm,
the will to orgasm becomes the body's highest will, even surpassing death. Therefore, if Weiwei wants to achieve orgasm,
she must constantly seek external means to do so. Even the friction between her thighs while walking can
give Weiwei a little comfort."

Currently, Weiwei is basically thinking about how to achieve orgasm constantly because of the vaginal medication
. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe her as delirious. However, this situation definitely needs to be changed. Once she gets used to
the intensity of orgasm, Weiwei will still be aware of what she's doing even during orgasm. However, even when she's conscious, Weiwei
will still only seek ways to achieve orgasm based on her brain's consciousness. This process will take about a week
to adapt.

*** *** *** ***

One week later

, on a busy street, a beautiful woman completely covered in pantyhose appeared. The
woman wore a pair of shimmering pantyhose, incredibly smooth and shiny. Even more astonishing was that her
genitals and anus were deeply encased in black stockings. As she walked, her genitals
dripped with vaginal fluid. Every man on the street stared, their eyes lighting up. What kind of pantyhose was this, so
incredibly alluring? They seemed completely oblivious to the concept of lewdness. Many lecherous men rubbed their fists into her slightly writhing
vagina and anus. Strangely, the moment a fist was inserted, the armless woman would immediately reach
orgasm. During her orgasm, she would bow to the man who had inserted his fist into her vagina. Sometimes she
bowed to a person, sometimes to another direction. Eventually, people learned that the woman was
blind. So, people became even more unrestrained, relentlessly inserting their fists into her slightly writhing vagina
and anus. A moment later, Weiwei uttered a sentence: "Don't play with me like this.
I'm hungry. Do you have any good liquid food for me?"

Everyone was startled to see this beautiful woman, who had been silent all along, suddenly speak like this. But immediately
someone said they did.

"Then please insert a straw into my mouth through the small hole at the opening of this tight-fitting garment. After I'm
full, you can continue playing."

Many lecherous men knew that this woman was blind, so they frantically masturbated, ejaculating
into a cup. Then they took out a straw, inserted it into Weiwei's mouth, and began to suck. Their mouths
made squeaking sounds. In no time, they had completely emptied the cup of semen.

"Thank you," Weiwei said coldly.

People paused, looking at Weiwei, thinking she was about to speak again, but the woman suddenly fell silent again,
as if she were born mute.

Just as everyone was preparing to continue teasing her, Weiwei suddenly said, "I need to poop."

Then, to everyone's astonishment, she squatted down, and feces rolled out of her anus.

Throughout, the woman maintained a completely indifferent expression, as if she weren't the one pooping.

"Could someone wipe my butt for me? Thank you! Please hurry, my vagina is starting to itch again."

The people around her were stunned once more.

"Make way, make way! I heard there's a woman prostituting herself on the street. We're from the police. We're here to arrest her."

"I am promiscuous, so what can you do to me? Besides, I'm not directly exposing my genitals or
anus, I'm just wearing a tight-fitting outfit. What's it to you? I'm not breaking the law. If you obstruct
me again, I'll sue you."

The police were stunned by the girl's words. But thinking about it carefully, it was indeed true.

Seeing the girl so righteously rebuking them, the police were also angered. As they left,
they threw down the words, "Good intentions are wasted."

"None of your business," Weiwei said coldly. Saying this, she resumed her swaying hips, presenting her buttocks to the
police, while a large amount of white vaginal fluid flowed from her genitals, which were encased in black stockings.

Below are Weiwei's thoughts: I am imprisoned in this dark, humanoid space, having lost my sight, hearing, and
taste. My urination was no longer under my control, and I no longer felt the urge to urinate. Fortunately,
I could still feel myself defecating. Unfortunately, although I knew I needed to defecate,
I couldn't control the discharge. Sometimes, when I had a hard lump in my rectum, I wouldn't even
have time to squat down before the stool leaked out of my anus. Every day I wished I could starve to death, but
every so often, someone would force-feed me liquid, keeping me constantly bloated.

I wanted to bang my head against the wall, but my high heels were too heavy, and I could only move forward step by step.
Later, I wanted to lie on the ground and wait to die, but the itching in my vagina and anus made me rub my thighs incessantly.
Despite all this, I still couldn't reach orgasm. Fortunately, someone would often put their fist inside my vagina
to comfort me. I felt immense satisfaction. I lived in a state of constant orgasm, and I found myself very content with this
life. My mouth can't move, but it can still occasionally utter words
from that note I wrote after signing the contract. I don't know what's happening outside. I don't know what clothes I'm wearing
, but I know that tens of thousands of hands touch my body every day. Although I have no sense of touch at all
, I can still feel that slight pressure, even though I'm practically blind now. I'm afraid I'll have to
live out my life happily in this cage…

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