Homestyle Part Five
After wearing my new custom molded rubber suit for a day I decided I needed to clean up and relay my success with my other partners. I went to my home office to call Sandy and Candy in Minnesota and asked her if I could fly her to Fort Lauderdale to be 3D scanned for a female version of the suit. She was excited by the idea and we set up the flight. I called Bobby for CETEX and told him to expect Sandy and Candy. I also told him to dust off his passport because both of us are going to England this weekend. I called Dick and Dan from Minneapolis and explained we needed two more people each male and female to volunteer for scanning to fill out the three levels of the range for sizing. I asked them to be on the lookout. I would promise them their own custom fit suit as well as all expenses paid. I called England to tell them I would be traveling there next weekend to see the manufacturing process in person. I told them I wanted to see them make another suit for me while I was there, this time with hood and gloves. With that I went off to the office whistling a happy tune for the rapid progress we made on my rubber suit project.
The week went by fast and I again found myself wearing my rubber hero suit traveling to England. Bobby flew in through Atlanta and we met at Heathrow. We landed early in the morning and drove to my molding plant in Birmingham. Greeted them with congratulations for the success of the prototype suit.
I was anxious to see the improvements they made to the molding process and especially the newly established suit line. To make the suit required a very deep well full of liquid rubber. Keeping that much rubber from skinning over is quit a task. They managed to use their expertise to solve the problem. “So, would you like us to make you a suit?”
“Absolutely.” With that they fetched the 3D mold made from a cast of my body and began to spend it over the vat of rubber. They slowly dipped it into the vat. They left it there for about a minute then slowly pulled it out and then surrounded it with heat lights to dry the coat. “We will dip it and dry it three times to get the thickness of 0.5mm.”
“What if you dip it six times?”
“It will come out nearly twice as thick and will probably require three times as long to cure. “Let’s try three dips for now,” I said. I was excited to see my form dipped again and again in liquid rubber. It made me want to strip down and jump in myself. I waited to see the final dip before we moved to the office to discuss any issues so far.
Tom, the production manager began by saying that what I saw was OK for a prototype but for production we would need to make some changes. For one the polypropylene mold will not hold up over time. The best would be a cast aluminum mold. That way the mold could be heated from the inside to speed up curing. The second thing he mentioned was the need for multiple molds. Being able to rotate molds into the vats while others are drying would be more efficient.
I asked,”Will the inside of the suit be as smooth using aluminum molds?”
“Yes, As long as you polish the mold. Chrome would be better, it would last forever.” We then talk about secondary operations like adding hair protectors, zippers, Eye, nose and mouth holes even nose tubes. Tom said we would be best served by making fixtures and some mechanisms to speed up the process and to ensure consistency. Bobby took notes. I told them of the plan to do three sizes in both male and female plus several still hoods and gloves. I asked Bobby to be the point person on the mold making and fixture design.
When we were done we went out to see the results of the suit we just molded. It was a thing of beauty, a black gleaming work of art. I wanted to tear it off the mold and jump into it but it needed secondary operations to make it usable. “How would you like it finished?”
“Do you have any YKK drysuit zippers?” I said.
“No,” Tom said, “but I can get one overnight.”
“Please do.”
“How long?” asked Tom.
“52 inches (1.3m) should do it.”
“Location?”
“Across the chest,” I replied.
“How about eye, nose and mouth openings?”
“Just nose openings with 2 inch rubber tubes added.” Tom signaled to his team and they carefully removed the suit mold and all and carried it to the secondary room. There they cut the opening across the chest to be able to remove the suit from the mold and to add the zipper when it arrives. How I wish I could wear the suit without any openings sealing me inside the suit forever.
While they were modifying the suit, Tom took me into an area to view some of the rejects. There was a pile of black rubber representing half suits, partial hoods. and suits with surface flaws. Some suits had missing arms and legs. ”What do you do with all this?”
“We will eventually discard it. There is no recycling value.”
I saw a glimmer in Bobby’s eye. “Tell you what. Send all this to Bobby and he can use it for research value.” Bobby smiled. I can only begin to imagine what with a little rubber glue Bobby could put together.
It was getting late and Bobby and I still needed to check into our hotel. I thanked Tom and his crew and Bobby and I headed out planning to return tomorrow. As we left I noticed Bobby took a handful of the rejects to “research” them at the hotel this evening. I asked Bobby what he took for the pile of rejects. He said, “I found a complete suit and a couple of hoods with molding flaws. You want to examine any of the rejects this evening? For research purposes, naturally.”
“Naturally.”
We arrived at the Grand Hotel on Church Street, our home for the evening. I told Bobby we could freshen up and meet in the lobby in an hour for dinner. He asked me if I wanted anything from his recently acquired collection of rubber. I said a hood would be ideal. He gave me one of the hoods and I headed for my room. I threw my bags on the bed. All that interested me was the hood. The inside was perfect but the outside had several runs on the rubber surface. It looked complete otherwise. I set it aside and proceeded to clean up for dinner.
About twenty minutes before we were supposed to meet I received a call from one of the hotel guests. I had trouble understanding whoever it was. Their voice was muffled. Then I heard, “Will, Will, I need your help.” I realized it was Bobby.
“Where are you?”
“In my room. I am stuck.”
I asked his room number then headed to see what was the matter. I knocked at the door.
“Who is it?” I heard in the same mumbled voice.
“Will, it’s Will.” The door opened and standing before me was a full size rubber drone covered from neck to toe in black rubber. “That you in there Bobby?”
“Yes and I can not get out.”
That sounded familiar to me. “What happened?” He wanted more so he found a suit without a hood and managed to turn it into a neck entry suit stretching the neck area enough to slip into the suit. “And now you can’t get out, right?”
“Yes, yes can you help me?”
“Yes I can. Are you sure you really want to get out of that suit right now? The evening is young and you might as well take advantage of your situation. Besides, the only way to get you out of that suit is to cut you out of it and ruin the suit.”
Bobby reluctantly replied, “I do love the way the suit fits but I will have to get out of it sometime before we return home.”
“Not necessarily,” I said, “we can get the hood off you and you can wear the suit home.You should have no problem getting through security. I do it all the time wearing rubber under my clothes.”
“But we do not fly out until evening. That means I would have to wear this suit all day tomorrow and for the entire flight home.”
“Yes, I said. Are you up for that?”
“I never wore rubber that long before,” Bobby replied, “I am not sure I can make it that long.”
“Well since we have nothing here to cut you out of the suit, you have no choice but to wear it until morning. We can go from there. Sound OK?”
“Well I really do love wearing this suit,” was Bobby’s reply.
“Then we will see you in the morning. Sleep tight!”
I returned to my room reminded of all the time I was stuck in rubber. I was excited to see someone else in the same dilemma. It made me randy. I stripped down to my hero suit. I have worn this suit since leaving home. It was pleasantly coated with my sweat and precum. I fetched the castoff rubber hood and stretched it on my head. Pleasure came quickly and impetuously. I sullied myself several times before drifting off to sleep.
Morning came and I dressed and headed down to the lobby to ask the whereabouts of any store in the area that would have shears for sale. I was about to ask the desk when who should appear but Bobby, dressed and ready for the day. “Shall we go to breakfast? I am starved,” he said with a grin on his face.
As we walked to the dining area, I asked, “I assume you are…”
“Yes,” he replied, “and I am loving it.”
All Bobby wanted to talk about at breakfast was the production issues for the product line. Nothing came up about him wearing rubber under his clothes. We finished breakfast and headed to the factory. Waiting for us was Tom and his crew with two arms full of rubber. “We finished the suit we molded yesterday then we ran a second one. We wanted to try and answer your question, ‘What if we dip it six times?’ So we did. The result is a 1.0mm suit. We still need to add the secondary operation to the suit but it should be available for you by the time you leave today.”
The thought of going home with two rubber suits, one with 1.0mm thick rubber, sent chills down my spine. I could hardly contain myself. “Thank you Tom. I really appreciate it.” I said with a little shake in my voice.
We then spent the rest of the day reviewing the non-kinky side of the business. That side was doing quite well thanks to our connections state-side. We reviewed the numbers but I admit my mind was elsewhere thinking about wearing the 1.0mm suit for the first time. I broke out of my stupor and looked at Bobby. He too had a distant look in his eye. Seems being sealed in a full rubber suit suited him. I smiled. He saw me smiling and that broke his concentration so we could recap all the issues we discussed. I asked for a list of next steps for both Bobby and Tom which should include a timeline and cost. We conducted our business, packed up our samples, and made our way back to Heathrow to catch our plain home.
We didn’t say much on the trip to Heathrow. We were both engrossed in our thoughts. We checked our bags and the shipping box with the suits. We gave them our customs forms and heads for security. It was the first Bobby spoke to me since we left the factory. “Are you sure I can get through security wearing rubber?”
“I hope so for both of our sakes.” I then opened the top button on my shirt to reveal that I was also wearing one of the cast-off suits under my clothes. “Seems we will both have to cut ourselves out of our suits when we get home.
Bobby and I did clear security at Heathrow. Bobby flew directly back to Fort Lauderdale while I flew to Chicago without a hitch despite being stuck in a full rubber suit. I arrived home early Monday morning. I slept a bit on the plane but was still tired after the long flight. I called the office and said I was taking today off, then I went directly to my playroom and my heavy rubber hammock and slept for several hours before getting up to deal with the suit I was wearing. Being stuck in rubber is a fantasy every extreme rubberist like myself fantasizes about. So here I am wearing a full rubber suit. I managed to stretch the neck far enough to get into the suit but there is no way I can stretch it enough to get out at least not without help. I thought about having Bobby come with me to Chicago since he is in the same situation. Since this did not happen we both will have to resort to cutting ourselves out of our suits.
The thought of cutting up this rubber suit, while it does not appeal to me, will be a necessity eventually. Eventually is the key word here. After all, there is no hurry. I do not have to report to the office until tomorrow. Why not enjoy my fantasy as long as I can. In the meantime I can plan this evening’s entertainment but first I need something to eat. I made myself a nice chopped salad along with some buttered rice. I also made sure I was adequately hydrated. Once my plans were set into motion I would not be able to eat or drink until morning.
I sat and peacefully ate my meal while luxuriating in my total rubber suit. That reminded me, I need to call David to see how he managed to make it home in one piece and in a total rubber suit. “”HI Bobby. How was your flight?”
“It was fine. This suit had become part of me. I am not sure how or when I will get out of it or even if I want to.”
“Well, enjoy it while you can. By the way, I asked Tom to make you a total suit for your ‘evaluation.’ It should be there in a week or so.”
“Thanks Will. How did you do?” he asked.
“I am just about to slip into the 1.0mm suit Tom made for me. I plan to spend the rest of the day and tonight as a total rubber drone in two layers of rubber. What sort of trouble can that be?”
Dan laughed. “I am about to do the same thing but with the cast off hood I rescued from the plant. I have a friend coming over to join in the fun.”
“Sounds diabolical. I will call you tomorrow.”
With that I went to my playroom and unpacked the two total rubber drone suits I received for Tom. They both had a YKK airtight zipper and nose tubes, nothing else. Once in the suit all sense would be shut off. I could hardly wait but there was one problem. Seems layering one shiny suit onto another shiny suit can lead to them sticking together. I need some dressing aid to keep the layer lubed enough to slip it one. I applied the lube to the suit I was wearing. Once totally covered I slipped into the heavy rubber drone suit. The 1.0mm suit slid on effortlessly. My feet slide into place. I pulled the suit up to my waist. The heavy extra layer begins to adhere to my body perfectly.
The chest zipper makes the next part a bit of a challenge. To properly don the suit I have to literally dive into the upper part, ducking into the hood and pushing my arms into the sleeves all in one move. Thanks to the lube, my rubber covered arms slide easily into the outer suit. I struggle a bit with the hood. At first the nosed tubes are not aligned. I struggle to breathe. I almost panic until I finally manage to properly insert the rubber tuber in my nose. I am finally in the suit and the feeling is rapturous. All that is left is to purge any air trapped in the suit and close the airtight zipper. I am totally blind in the suit so I have to grope for the zipper tab. As usual these YKK zippers are a little sticky when new but I manage to grapple the zipper closed And I am finally sealed in two layers of custom molded rubber. This is a truly unique feeling to me. I am not just wearing two rubber suits. I have been consumed by it, devoured, swallowed up by it. These are not just two rubber suits, they are a rubber recreation of me and I am now the progeny of a rubber chrysalis sealed off from the outside world with only two tiny rubber nose tubes linking me to the realm of reality. I blindly fumble around the room struggling to find the bed. Once I do I lay down on my rubber covered bed mesmerized by my new found rubber phenomena. I just lay there luxuriating in my rubber utopia.
Time seems to stand still while I lay there on my bed. Because the suits are virtually sealed tight to every inch of my body, movement within the suit is almost completely eliminated. Fortunately my inner suit is christened with a day’s worth of sweat and precum so I manage to find enough movement to elicit and arousal and ultimately reach a mind bending orgasm. All I see in my heavy rubber hood are stars. I black out temporarily. When I come to, I am still relishing my rubber captivity.
I laid there for hours in a vegetative state. Finally I became somewhat listless. I fully planned to stay suited until morning but that is a long time from now. This reminds me of the old saying “bondage can be boring.” I needed something to spice things up during the hours ahead. I thought I would start with a trip to the sauna. To me, sweating in rubber is a turn on. The more the merrier. I groped my way to the sauna, blindly turned on the thermostat, guessing I set it to a tolerable heat level, then lay down on the bench waiting for the heat to permeate my rubber suits.
It took about fifteen minutes for the heat to rise to the level that it began to reach my inner suit. At first it was a pleasant glow gently worming me all over my body. The room was getting hotter and so were my suits. Finally after another fifteen minutes, my suit felt like they were on fire. I decided to stick it out as long as I could. Eventually my suits became alarmingly hot. I was roasting in my layers. The hot air of the sauna was hard to breathe through the tiny nose tubes. I desperately needed to get out of the sauna right away for fear I would pass out. I stumbled to my feet and found myself disoriented. “Where is the door?” I kept bumping into the walls and the bench until I finally found the door and freedom from this hell.
Exiting the sauna did not end my distress. It took nearly fifteen minutes for my suits to release the horrid heat and begin to cool down. If sweat is what I desired then my prayers were answered. The layer of sweat in my suit was so thick, it felt like I had physically melted. I stumbled to my rubber covered bed and stretched out on it. The sweat in my suits settled to my back. The suit was half full and I was floating in a sea of sweat and cum.
I decided to add to my misery and reach up to the smell vaporizer hanging above the bed. I detached the horses and connected them to my rubber nose tubes then immediately turned on the machine. I was treated to fresh air being pumped into my hood. Next I reached for one of the vials on the bedside table. Even with the thick glove, I managed to hook up the vial to the vaporizer. All that was left was to open the vaporizer valve and breath in the tainted air. The vial I chose was piss. Since I chose blindly I had no idea what I was about to breathe. Thankfully not pig piss this time, but it was very intense nonetheless. My guess is I chose the vial with week old piss in it.
I choked and sputtered as the smell hit me like a shockwave. I was thrashing and flailing about on the bed resisting the temptation to pull the hoses off and save myself from this disgusting odor. Eventually I settled down enough to regain control of the situation. The situation being me sealed in two heavy rubber suits, half submerged in sweat and cum, blind and breathing through two tiny rubber nose tubes connected to a breathing vaporizer pumping week old piss scented air into my nose tubes. Seemed normal to me.
My last treat for myself was to reach up and blindly hit the randomizer on the breathing device. This sets a program into action which randomly switches from clean air to tainted air as well as shuttling air off completely for random periods of time. The aging program started with clean air coming through my nose tubes. Then suddenly there was no air. I thrashed and convulsed again struggling to breathe. All I got was a mouthful of heavy rubber as I gasped for air. After an eternity, the valve opened and I exploded trying to breathe again. I take a big gulp of air. Unfortunately the cycle was set that the valley opens go the piss sequence and all I get is a huge dose of piss soaked air. This cycle continues, each breathing pattern varying in length but always ending with me gasping in piss soak air at the end. My self enrobed suffering continues for the rest of the day. Finally when evening comes I unhook the tubes and eventually drip off to sleep.
I suddenly awake to the sound of an alarm. At first I think it is the alarm I set to get me up on time but this one is different. It is a smoke alarm. I medially panic. I am sealed in rubber, unable to see. What do I do now?
I frantically reach for the zipper tab. I struggle a bit with the YKK zipper but it opens. I try to remove the suit but it will not release itself from the inner suit. I know I worried that the suits could stick together but that is why I lubed them. The lube is not working. The suits are stuck tight together and will not budge. Meanwhile the alarm is still blasting away. I try to think but all I can do is panic. I am unable to put two thoughts together to figure out what to do. First I think, you need to get out of the house. But how? I could stumble my way to the door and exit but then what? That damn alarm is driving me nuts. And, the suit, why does it not come off. Then it dawns on me. The sauna. The heat must have affected the lube. That must be why it did not work.
“The sauna!” Is the sauna still on? I stumble to my feet trying to regain some sense as to where I am in the room. I find the wall and feel my way along the edge of the room until I reach the sauna door. All I can feel is hot steam spewing out of the door. I reach in and hit the panic button inside. There is still steam coming out heating my suit as I stand there. I eventually get the door closed and within a minute the alarm shuts off. Of course. It was the steam. It set off the detector. Damn something so simple. Of course if I wasn’t sealed in a blind rubber suit I would have been able to deal with it sooner and without losing ten years of my life due to the panic. Relieved I grope my way back to my bed once again feeling foolish about the risks I take.
With one panic emergency felt with, I still have these suits to contend with. Now that cooler heads prevail, I think I might have a solution. Thinking back to my LA trip when I was stuck in a silicon over rubber suit, the solution was to head for a shower and hope that I can force soapy water between the layers and eventually release the suits from each other. This, of course, is easier than it seems. I have to blindly navigate my way through the house and up the stairs to the shower. I decide now is time to start to make my way to the shower. In the end It must have taken me an hour to navigate the house. The sweat soaked inner suit did not make the trip any easier. I made my way to the shower and began trying to fill the layer between the suit with soapy water. It was difficult at first. I only managed to get a small amount in the chest area of my outer suit. I then zipped the suit up and began to massage the water into the legs and arms area of the suit. Each time I entered the shower and added more water. It eventually worked and I was able to separate the suits. I was a snuggle to get my head and arms out but after that. The outer suit peeled off me and soon it was laying there in a pile in the base of my shower.
Now for the second suit. How the bloody hell am I going to get out of this one. I hung up the heavy suit and headed down stairs to fetch some scissors to cut myself out of this suit. Even though Birmingham considered this a reject, I wanted to preserve as much as I could. I began to carefully cut some out of the neck area, enough to be able to work my way out of the suit. I headed back to the shower and managed to finally extract myself from the sweat and cum filled suit half regretting having to take it off, after being stuck in it for over two days. I showered both myself and the suit, dried both suits just as my alarm went off telling me it was time to get ready for work.
All and all it was a weekend. The success of creating the first rubber suit was a genuine highlight. The work ahead is a bit staggering. This week should prove eventful as I try to assemble the resources to meet the needs for my production staff. I also need to reconnect with Sandy to see how our Minnesota project is going. I have the feeling our little rubber interlude with her and Candy might lead to more than just a partnership.
To be continued.