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Dr Wisp Adra relaxed at her desk. Her research was progressing.. Slowly. She herself was still unable to be changed as desired. But her most recent acquisition, a heroine with similar, but not as potent powers of regeneration was now waking up in her cell and staring at her chest in bafflement, the formally C-cup heroine now no less than a H! She was under observation of course, and heavily bound and gagged in a strict reverse straitjacket and leg sheath, both in tight rubber, and the muzzle gag in her mouth made sure no complaints were forthcoming, or at least understandable or audible.

But it still hadn't worked on he doctor. Her breasts had ballooned for all of 30 seconds before rapidly reverting back to her near completely flat state. Suffice to say she had taken her anger out on some of her nurses, some of which even know where walking very gingerly, as if not wanting to disturb something, or somethings, inside...

Funding was as hard to get as ever, but as if predicting she was running low again, a message pinged on her machine... It was the people who had paid her for Phantom captures. Reading it quickly, a grim smirk formed on Wisps face. Poor Phantom... But science demanded sacrifices be made sometime. Of course to fulfil this...

Pressing a button on her phone, she told her secretary to send two loyal but not essential nurses down to Phantoms cell, then rose to move down there herself. It was time to progress Phantoms treatment..

****

Phantom sat quietly in her dark world, the buzzing in her ears keeping her mind dulled.. The toys inside her off for a change. They'd being doing that increasingly of late, getting her all worked up, then just stopping, leaving her hot, needy and oh so frustrated. Time and time again she thought they might *finally* let her over that edge, and time and time again they didn't! At this point, she was ready to explode! She had grown somewhat used to her situation, though who knew how her mind was still functioning. Or was it? The poor CEO so often found herself thinking in circles, uncertain if she had gone insane or completely delusional from her time in total isolation. When had she last spoken? Seen? Heard something other than this buzzing? Felt something that wasn't the rubber encasing her form utterly? The poor woman just didn't know!

What she did know though, was simple. She was horny.

As such, when she suddenly felt hands on her body, helping her stand, she didn't resist. She figured that compliance could only lead to relief, while fighting would probably just get her tormented even more. Or worse, put her back on that gas. She hadn't endured it for some time, but the near mindless, unending lust was as terrifying as it was erotic to the encased captive, finding herself both dreading further doses and eagerly awaiting them!

Her moment of movement came to an end a few moments later, pushed into a... A... Chair! That's what they were called. Something you sat on. And then tight straps wound over her, pinning her to it... And then it was moving, wheeled along. Meaning it was a.. Wheelchair! That was it! Something used to transport patients around. Phantom let out a soft groan... This was the most thought she had had to make in a long time, but she could feel the gears starting to turn again. Why where they transporting her suddenly? Could it be... Where they finally going to let her out? But no.. They said her bonds couldn't be removed except by a rubbermancer...

Soon they came to a stop, and Phantom got this odd feeling of motion, eventually realising she was in an elevator that was descending. Descending? But they were already so deep in the facility! The only reason to go deeper...

The thoughts finally lined up. She was being transported and taken even deeper into the secretive complex. They couldn't free her even if they wanted to, so the only reason to do this... Phantom began to violently struggle! The only reason was to store her away somewhere! To make her situation even worse..! She had to get out!

Of course, these struggles had about as much effect as an old, old, frail man punching a solid steel wall.

Soon they were moving again. Phantom couldn't see it of course, but they entered a small chamber, square, concrete, with a narrow, rectangular hole cut into the floor and a frame suspended above it. It took the nurses a laughably short amount of time to get the wriggling captive up onto the frame, pressed against a narrow metal plate roughly as wide as the captives shoulders, wide, tight straps pinning her down to it cruelly tight.

And then... Phantom felt pressure. Intense pressure, all over. A very, very thick rubber sheet vacuumed around her form, the edges melted together to fuse them closed, pinning her hopelessly in place. But before she could even come to terms with this, a voice filled her ears. The Doctors voice.. Doctor.. Doctor.. Adra. That was it.

"I'm afraid your treatment has utterly failed Miss Phantom. As such, we have had to make the regrettable decision to seal you away in a safe place for.. Well, good. There's no point wasting more manpower or time on you, and the benefactors paying for your treatment have advised some simple measures to ensure you never need to worry again, nor us worry about you. As we speak, my nurses are setting everything up. The vacuum sealed sheet over you is beings prayed down with a thick, strong, resin to make it stiff, unyielding and oh so difficult to damage. And you'll thank us for that soon. Ah.. It looks like its time to lower you down.."

Phantom felt movement, but even that was muted and dull at this point. She vaguely felt pressure on the tube in her mouth, pushed a bit deeper for a moment, and found the air suddenly felt... Thicker? She was breathing through some kind of hose! Finally she came to a stop, just above the bottom of the pit, hovering above another metal plate, surrounded by short metal walls.

"As we speak, a metal plate is being lowered down over you. The bolts are lined up perfectly, and once they enter those holes, they will rapidly heat, high enough to effectively weld themselves in place. I'm afraid that opening it will become exceptionally difficult. But don't worry, everything is automated. You will be looked after by the machines, you won't need to worry about well.. Anything. But we also cant' risk you somehow moving around so... There we go. Try to relax, its about to get very, very tight..."

Phantom felt... Something. The layers and layers of rubber and straps made it impossible to tell what exactly, but soon it began to grow, expand, filling the narrow space inside the box entirely, only the narrow hose, firm and strong, resisted the compression, squeezing Phantom from all angles, tighter and tighter, compressing her already so heavily encased form!

"That is a special rubber cement infused expanding foam. Its oh so strong, so very, very strong. I'm afraid this is it for you now Miss Phantom. The pit is been filled in with cement, and once we're done, this entire room will be filled as well, removed, destroyed. There will be no trace. I know, I know, this seems oh so extreme! But its what the kind people paying for your treatment feel is best for you. They care so much, they've asked, nay, demanded that we ensure your mind lasts as long as possible however, as such... The toys inside you will soon be set to a new program. One that will keep them buzzing constantly, right until you are about to get release, then stop. You'll get a few moments without the buzzing, then it will return. Over and over. I'm sorry to say, they believe that even a single orgasm would be too much for you in your current state. I know, I know, it will be so frustrating but... Well, I have to follow their decision. They are paying for your treatment after all. I'm also afraid once I turn this mic off, it will be destroyed, you will have noting but the white noise to accompany you. I'm afraid only myself, and these two nurses, even know where you are located now. Everything is for your safety of course, and I hope you enjoy your time in there. Goodbye Miss Phantom!"

And with that... The buzzing returned, leaving the captive utterly stunned, horrified. But it was already too late! And then the toys started... But as promised, the moment the by now ridiculously aroused and horny CEO was brought to the edge, they stopped, causing her to try (and utterly fail!) to cry out in frustration. And a few moments later they are back... Again... And Again... And Again... Soon lost in her own little hell, oblivious to the room above filling with cement, the doorway they entered through vanishing. Within a few hours... The room might as well have never existed.

Dr Adra was nothing if not meticulous.

****

As the elevator rose, Wisp contacted the benefactors, explaining what had being done. How everything had gone to plan, and how Phantom was no longer going to be a problem for anyone. Only she and her two nurses even knew where the CEO was now.

And a few minutes later, Dr Adra walked alone down a corridor towards her office, while muffled cries followed her as the two nurses were heavily bound, gagged and carted off for thorough encasement, treatment and soon enough ended up in Phantoms former cell, resembling her utterly, except that they were far bustier than the former occupant, and the fact there was two of them rubbing against each other, losing their minds to the gas pumped endlessly into the room. Wisp wasn't taking any risks.

Soon, back at her desk, relaxing, she saw her funds going up and up, exactly as promised. The biggest payout yet. She wasn't' worried about them betraying her. She not only had dirt on all of them, but security in place that should anything happen to the good doctor well.. It would not end well for any of them.

Such a simple plot, but so very, very rewarding.