DR. (SABRINA) LAMUS (2) (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

DR. (SABRINA) LAMUS -> THE LAMIA

Part 2

Upon returning to the large terrarium, Dr. Lamus sat down on a stool, picked up the suit, and stretched the opening at the neck.

Dr Lamus realized just in time that it would be impossible for her to get into the main part of the terrarium wearing the suit, being unable to walk. She therefore stopped putting on the suit and took her stool and moved into the terrarium and started over.

She began to slip her right leg into the suit. As she did so, the first thing she noticed was that the inside was cold, even colder than the contents of the vial that had been in the refrigerator.

The next thing she noticed was the suit’s inner walls. They seemed alive, composed of thousands of tendrils that appeared eager to trap her inside. And as she slid her entire leg all the way down to the base of the tail, the suit began to feel tighter and tighter. It felt even tighter when she slid her other leg in and the suit began to cover her up to her hips.

That’s when she first felt the two appendages waiting for her inside. Dr. Lamus had momentarily forgotten about them, lost in the erotic excitement of putting on that suit.

Those two appendages felt a little too big for the suit’s dimensions, but she liked that. She was turned on by the idea of having them inside her, and even more so, knowing they would give her a complete experience.

Unprotected.

The appendages, by the way, seemed to be alive and eager to slip into their respective holes. Both appendages knew how to make this part even more enjoyable for her. Especially when considering the fact that Lascivia had given her that suit as a bonus.

These shafts, as well as being perverse, had a specific function. They were electronically equipped with receivers and sensors. These would connect to the chip she’d had implanted and help transmit more data for a more thorough analysis.

Despite how tight the tail section was, which had just finished covering her legs, and the feeling of her legs being trapped so she couldn’t move them separately, Dr. Lamus moved on. This actually helped Dr. Lamus feel increasingly determined. She wanted to be inside that suit with every struggle to cover her body just a little more.

Once she had dressed herself up to her waist, the suit began to tighten not only noticeably, but also visibility. Dr. Lamus could see how, little by little, her waist was becoming more and more defined. At the level of her buttocks, the sensation was even stronger. Although, to her surprise, the effect was the opposite. Her hips were growing wider.

This displeased her, because snakes don’t have curves. But her vanity didn’t disapprove of it. For some reason, the more she looked at the silhouette the suit was giving her, the more she liked it. Even feeling the same sensation on her breasts made her wish they would grow just as prominent and large as her buttocks.

As she finished putting on the suit, Dr. Lamus first felt a tingling in her legs, then numbness, and then as if they were sedated. She knew they were beneath that super-tight, tail-shaped layer of latex, but she could no longer feel them.

Her hands felt as if they were trapped inside the suit’s gloves. The wrists of the suit felt like tight shackles and had lost all elasticity. And to her surprise, the long claws on the gloves now felt like her own fingernails.

“And now… the final detail,” she said to herself as she picked up the second vial and poured its contents into the mask, knowing that, with it on, the more she sweated inside the suit, the more potent the pheromones would become. Only washing with alcohol would neutralize their effect.

On the other hand, if she had injected them or inhaled them as a gas, the pheromones would have fused with her organism, and her body would either replicate them permanently or reject them.

“Computer, load Project LAMIA, Phase 1; deactivate the timer for Phase 2; and record the entire experiment.”

With that said, Dr. Lamus began to pull the suit’s tight hood over her head. And as she managed to put it on and adjust it, she realized it would be much harder to take off once her sweat made it stick to her skin.

Besides, she noticed that the temperature in the test chamber’s terrarium was already beginning to rise, as the program called for. It was also possible to notice, despite the waterproof Magic-Latex suit, the rising humidity.

It was as if the test chamber were a turning into a giant sauna, replicating the climate of a tropical rainforest inside. Recorded sounds from the tropical rainforest even began playing through the speakers when suddenly Dr. Lamus, who was still adjusting her hood, heard the terrarium door seal shut completely. And the heat and humidity would now begin to intensify even more.

That sound caused her excitement to rise even further, and she shuddered with pleasure. Just as she finished putting on the hood, she felt her suit vibrate. She was trapped, not only inside that suit, but also inside the terrarium.

And then, a strange jolt coursed through her body from where the suit’s opening had been just seconds earlier. Her eyes rolled back into their sockets and her mind went blank. An unusual hiss escaped her mouth as she moaned, and she collapsed onto the floor of her terrarium, writhing as she felt strange cramps in other parts of her body.

These cramps, however, were not painful, they were pure ecstasy. Little by little, instinctively, she began to be able to move every joint in her tail. It was as if her legs no longer existed inside the suit.

“YEAH! My transformation process is nearing completion,” she told herself, feeling as if she were floating, before momentarily losing consciousness.

It didn’t take long before the Lamia she had become awoke with a mischievous smile on her lips. Nothing she had experienced before was comparable to what she felt during her transformation. It was a series of orgasms, one after another, so intense that they caused her to lose consciousness.

She felt happy, at last she could experience being a Lamia, something she’d longed for ever since discovering that mythological creature that had inspired her to study herpetology.

She could still feel the magic seeping from the skinsuit. There was nothing human left in her appearance. Her eyes were no longer human, and her new pupils glowed with a reptilian gleam. She ran her hands over her new scales, and they truly felt as if they were her own.

And as she did so, it was like reliving the pleasure of her transformation on a smaller scale. It was incredible, addictive, overwhelming, and pleasurable, yet it left her with a, deliberately designed, unsatisfying sensation. It created a craving for more that never went away. A frustrating effect that she herself had wanted the suit to have, to force herself to experience sex with herself.

“Mmmmm, this sexual arousal is inhumanly intense and really strong,” she said to herself with a smile. “I can’t wait to feel the sexual urges and find out how long I’ll be able to resist them.”

As she thought about that, her new, playful, venomous tongue kept darting out, flooding her receptors with her own pheromones. Which, unexpectedly and without her realizing it, could also affect her.

to be continued...

PART 3

PART 1