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Subject: {ASSM} The Cocoon - Part 2 (F/m, F+/m, NC, Reluctant, Real, Brainwashing, LT Imprisonment)
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The Cocoon Part 2
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"Relax and take 100 deep breaths, I will be right back to begin our
interview."  I left the room, going to get a drink from my kitchen.
Along the way, I opened the hatch to the buildings incinerator chute
and with a self-satisfied smirk, tossed the zip lock bag down into the
furnace below.  By the time I got to the kitchen and fixed my drink, I
was sure that every document that identified his existence on this
earth had turned to ash.  I changed to my business suit and then took
the documents from my safe and faxed them to a lawyer I worked with on
matters like there before.  Hitting the send button sent shivers up my
spine, knowing his situation was now completely out of his hands, he
was about to live his fantasy whether he wanted it or not.  I returned
to find him still breathing deeply with his eyes closed and looking
very calm.

I took a seat next to him and began to ask him reassuring questions,
sounding genuine and sincere as I feigned my interest in his psyche.  I
allowed him to drink in my presence.  I loved the way his eyes betrayed
his desires, knowing the image before him was slowly grinding on his
ability to think clearly.  My legs crossed, showing the top of my
stockings and the hem of my garter belt, I soothed him and did my best
to bring down his defenses.  I wanted him to trust me and to lay his
soul bare.  There is no better tonic in the world than taking a man's
exposed self and completely shredding it to pieces!!!

"I am almost through with our interview.  But I just wanted to ask
you one more thing...  Have you ever considered what your life would be
like if you were a pig?"  I asked, arching an eyebrow and setting my
notebook and pen down.  He looked confused from the couch.  I smiled
and laughed at his expression as I picked up my remote.  "Because as
of now, every single waking moment I have will be devoted to turning
you into a grunting, squealing, on-all-fours, slop eating, mud
wallowing PIG!"  I shouted at him.  The curtain dropped on his one
act play as I firmly pressed down on the remote, smiling at him and
waving goodbye as the couch he was laying on sprang to life.

The speed of the device is fantastic.  Its like a mousetrap, once
it's sprung, it is quick and efficient.  Metal bars sprang out from
each side of him and locked above him, then quickly snapped together
and collapsed down on his body, using lasers to judge the distance to
his body, and then snugly squeeze him to the couch.  I call it the
venus fly trap, but I am sure all of those who have been snared in it
call it much worse.

He screamed at the sounds and movement of the couch, but it was over
before he could move an inch.  He began to shout obscenities at me, he
was terrified and confused, but it was obvious he knew he was trapped.
I walked over to him, grabbing a small shiny apple from my desk and
stood above his writhing body.  As I looked down at him, he began to
quiet down.  There must have been thousands of things running through
his head.  Seeing me above him, standing over his head seemed to
reassure him that everything was going to be ok.  I bent over slowly,
letting my breasts plunge down above his head, diffusing any sense of
alarm.

"Just relax, accept it, you asked me for this and I promised you that
I would deliver,"  I let my words drip down to his ears as I took the
apple, used it to pry open his mouth and firmly, forcefully jammed it
in between his jaw.  His mouth was fully stretched but I pushed harder,
forcing his teeth into the apple, insuring that there was no way it
would be dislodged.

"There we go.  Now I can continue without any interruptions.  As I
was saying, could you imagine what life would be like as a pig?"  I
was still standing over him, my hands on my hips, looking down onto his
helpless form.

"Well I know it's hard to imagine, especially because a pig would
not be able to realize its situation.  A pig only knows what a pig is
and what a pig does.  You, on the other hand, you are a human being and
possess the ability to think about these things.  At least for now.
Without giving too much away, in order to become an object, you must
not only physically accept that form, your mind must also be altered
into that state as well.  I know you wanted to be objectified, maybe to
be a piece of furniture in my room, but a table or a chair can't
think.  No, I am not going to turn you into a chair, that would be too
boring anyway.  A pig, on the other hand, a pig suits you perfectly!"
 As I said this I began to tap on the remote.  The bars holding him
down began to hum.  He was being shocked, with every flick of my finger
his body jerked and his eyes bugged out.

"A PIG!" I shouted again, bringing my finger to the remote, holding
it down, sending thousands of volts coursing through his body.

"I am going to take every means I have necessary to BREAK your
spirit, DROWN your personality, and CRUSH your hopes of EVER returning
to your former human life." Every word I emphasized brought him
another shock from the bars holding him fast.  His breathing was
shallow and coming in short gasps out of his nose.  Drool was already
dripping down the side of his mouth.  His eyes were searching mine for
any bit of mercy.  I could tell he was still in a state of shock at the
rapid turn of events, and it made me absolutely wet. "Is this too
much for you PIG?  Too real?  You just wait to see what I have in store
for YOU!  It will be never ending, until your mind literally ceases to
exist as a human, I am going to turn you into a PIG whether you like it
or not!"

I tapped another button on the remote and the TV monitors in the room
came to life.  An office came into view on the screen.

"Did you get the documents" I called out.

A man came into view, holding a file and smiling back at me.  "Oh
yes, I have them right here.  I will make sure they are kept safe and
will file the papers we discussed relating to all of the asset
transfers and discontinuation of his current bills.  I also have the
insurance documents drawn up and ready for your signature.  I will send
these over now"

I looked at the soon to be pig on my couch and smiled broadly.  I
tweaked his nose and rubbed in the situation "Well there you have it,
you are no longer a human being with any rights whatsoever.  While
legalized slavery does not exist, the lawyer I keep on retainer is
familiar with methods that, for all practical purposes, will ensure
that you only exist on paper, and that you are firmly under my legal
control.  You see, in a few months, we will file a document questioning
your mental competence.  I will have someone else impersonate you at
the judges hearing with all the proper identification forged, and the
judge will declare that 'you' are no longer able to take care of
yourself.  Of course you will never, ever be leaving my estate again,
but I promise you I will allow you to watch the proceedings from your
cell on a closed circuit feed from the court room.  Oh yes, I want you
to witness your own destruction, I find it helps in the breaking
process when my objects realize that there really is no way out.  You
see, once I have you declared incompetent, there is no going back.  You
will legally be mine, to do with as I please."

I began to flick the remote again, shocking him over and over.
Laughing after each jump and shake.  "Absolutely no way out any more,
piggie!" I shocked him with higher intensity.  Telling him to shush
as I continued to depress the remote and send his body into
convulsions.  My breasts were heaving as I looked down into his face
and spat on him.  My red fingernail raised, I looked down at him and
then delivered another long and excruciating shock.  Over and over,
shocking him to watch his body jerk and his eyes squint shut.  Shocking
him to remove any sense he had of his former fantasy.  Shocking him
until his body, exhausted and spent, mercifully sent him down a dark
hole, deep into unconsciousness.

I pressed another button on the remote and wheels sprang out from the
bottom of the couch.  As easy as you please, I wheeled him out of the
room and into his new home for a very long time.  It was not big, it
was maybe the size of a large closet.  This was what I called the prep
room.  But he would never see it.  Another press of the remote and the
bars holding my unconscious little loser retracted, sprouted blades and
efficiently removed all of his clothes in less than a minute.  With
another press, hoses from the side sprang up and sprayed him down
twice, once to apply the hair remover, the second to wash it all off
his body and down the drain in the center of the room.  I grabbed three
tubes off of the wall and stood over my piggie to be.  Oh he will be so
violated when I am through!  The first tube went down into his mouth,
and I sealed it with a latex spray, effectively closing his mouth, save
for the breathing tube.  The second tube was forked and slid into his
nostrils.  A quick spray from my latex sealer and his nose was sealed
shut  I kept him on his back and looked down at him.  Soon, he would
not even recognize his own body.  I took the chain off from around my
neck and unlocked his cock from his cage.  Not surprisingly, it sprang
to life.  I took my time and lubed up the third and final tube.
Smiling to myself, I wished he could be awake to see this part.  The
tube slid effortlessly down through his cockhead and up into his
bladder.

As his bladder began to drain through the tube into a jar on the floor,
I rolled him onto his stomach and snapped on a pair of latex gloves.
Swirling my right hand around in a jar of vaseline, with my left hand I
grabbed my specially made butt plug and coated it with a thick layer of
lubricant.  I loved this plug, it was so perfect.  It was made of
titanium and was full or microchips and sensors.  It cost me over
$15,000.  When it was fully hooked up, it would perform the dual
function of prostrate massager as well as waste eliminator.  It took a
bit of work, but I finally got it inside him.  As I flipped him over, I
thought to myself, he looked so funny, a grown man, naked on this
table, with multiple tubes sticking out of every opening into his body.
 Well, he would not be a man for much longer.

Out of a small cabinet I took two small ear buds with tiny antennae and
slipped them into each ear.  Over his eyes, I placed two silver
dollars.  Lastly, I took a few small remote patches and attached them
to his body- one by his heart, another at the base of his spine, a pair
on his temples, and one over his stomach.  Those come in handy later, I
will know every bit of his body, inside and out.  I will use that
knowledge to manipulate and control him like my puppet, walk him right
along the plank and then make him jump off into the abyss!  Here he
was, like a package about to be wrapped!  This was one of my favorite
parts, the cocooning!  The best part is, his last human memory of the
outside world was looking into my eyes as I shocked the consciousness
out of him!  And I was about to take all of that away!  Oh I was
getting turned on, and I didn't want to stop this now, not when he
could wake up soon, no I had to finish before having my own fun.

I took the tube from his ass and threaded it through the bottom hole in
the wheeled couch.  The other three tubes I ran down the length of his
body and held below his feet.  I held onto them tight as I pressed the
button that would forever change his life.  With one press, the middle
of the table dropped as the sides came up, the top layer of the couch
literally peeled off and wrapped him, completely tight, in a neoprene
layer, then it vacuumed itself down, tight, onto his body.  His entire
body was now wrapped in a tight, slick, shiny suit.  I checked his
breathing tubes, they were still flowing freely.  His catheter was
still dribbling out a few drops of pee, likely caused by the cinching
of the suit around his body.  The hole around his ass had closed up
around the tube extending our of the plug in his ass.  He was sealed,
vacuum sealed for freshness I laughed to myself.  The waterproof suit
was snug around his body, and as I wheeled him out of the prep room, I
checked the outer metal fittings and attachments to make sure they were
all functioning correctly  I wheeled him down to the reconditioning
chamber.  I was still buzzing from his encasement as I wheeled him over
to a large coffin-looking case.  The room itself was tile, all black,
and from the ceiling hung small cables which I would soon be hooking to
his new home.  Besides the large coffin-like chamber, there was nothing
of note in the room.  The coffin itself, however, was another work of
art.

I rolled him off of the wheeled couch and into the chamber, and he
landed face up with a thud.  I thought I heard him make a noise.  Oh ,I
hoped he wasn't coming to, I had to work quickly.  On the inside of
the chamber, I attached electrodes and cables to the outside of his
suit fittings.  The four tubes attached to his orifices I pulled down
through the bottom of the chamber and then shut the tubing valve,
creating a vacuum seal which would keep the chamber nice and water
tight, but also allow his normal bodily functions to continue.  Almost
done!

I walked to the front of the coffin where his head was facing up.
Looking down, I relished the moment as I flicked the switch labeled
"FILL" and watched as the coffin began to fill and slowly float his
body up off of the bottom.  There were mirrors on the ceiling, and I
took the time to lie up on the table, look into the mirror and run my
fingers down between my legs as he slowly rose on the water as the
chamber filled to the half way point.  Now for the part I loved the
most.  The electrodes and cable attached to the side of his suit began
to hold him down as the water now began to rise around him.  Higher and
higher it went, rising up over his legs and belly.  I could see in the
mirror, as it rose higher, covering his chest and then it was only his
encased face above the water.  And like the inevitability of sand in a
hour glass, soon even his head was under water, held down by the
cables, as the water keep filling the coffin.  Another 6 inches it rose
until the automatic shut off valve sensed the top of the chamber.  I
was weak with an impending orgasm, looking down onto his body,
completely covered in water, knowing his human days were now officially
numbered.  I brought myself close to orgasm, and then right as I fell
over the edge and came, I flicked the "CLOSE" switch and watched as
the top of the reconditioning chamber slowly entombed him in his watery
existence.

I came so hard I cried out as the final click sounded, marking the
official beginning of his new life.  Much like a worm, he will come out
of his cocoon, but not as a butterfly, but as a pig!  A real, human
pig!  I rose from the couch and attached the wires and cables from the
room itself down onto the chamber.  The four tubes that sustained his
life I attached to their respective hoses and wheeled the cart out,
shutting the door behind me.  I love being thorough, and he was about
to awake to a whole new world I have created for him.  He asked for it,
I hope he has no regrets, I giggled to myself, knowing he would soon
not even be himself much longer.

I entered the control room like I had done countless times before, but
as with each new victim, the first time was always a rush.  From here I
could not only see the chamber, but also the inside of the chamber, as
well as view his complete diagnostic reading, his heart rate, his
breathing rate, his brain waves, his hunger level, everything.  I also
had days and days of recorded messages, sounds, and commands at my
disposal.  The feeding, breathing and waste tubes seemed to be working
fine.  Now for the best part... welcoming him to his new home...

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