Juniors 1

One of our city’s most vibrant and most unique locations is the Menarch’s Institute. The Menarch’s Institute is a large corporate that specializes in tomorrow’s technology today. Not only does it stand out by being well know it also occupies a large sector of the city. From just outside the university the institute grounds extend some five kilometers straight out past the commercial buildings, suburbs and right into the open countryside. Security is top notch from what I have seen of the institute from outside its railings at certain areas of the ground that allow workers to come and go as they please. Apart from that I have not seen too much of the institute itself. There are not that many office towers that have been built in the city that extends over five floors nor are there any built near the institute’s high monolithic walls that surround the rest of the complex.

What you can see of the institute is the dome that no matter where you are within the city one can see. Obviously that means that they too can see you but through the reflective windows that obscure sight from prying outside eyes. I guess one has to hire a helicopter to fly around the city to allow one to marvel at its sheer size but the only helicopters that I have seen are those that land within the high walls and today I get to see behind those high walls.

You see I signed on to one of those work and learn courses that the university kindly offers to brilliant students that graduate from the local area. There were only ten spots available for this work and learn for chemical engineering. In fact it was the only one for work and learn at the bachelor’s level. It will be a one-year course and I am required to live and attend lessons inside the walls. Apparently when I signed the contract I am only allowed outside and into the city during weekends and that I may not discuss my job specifics with any non-critical employee.

Well I have arrived at the gate that I am supposed to enter. I push my small credit card like identification into the card reader. As I went in I stood at the turnstile waiting for some indication to enter.

‘PLEASE PRESS THUMB HERE.’

A mechanical voice jolted me. To my right where the card reader was there was a small plane had opened up and a palm scanner was there. I quickly place my left hand onto the scanner only to have the voice tell me that my right hand was needed. After confirming my identity the voice told me to pass through the turnstile and collect my card at reception. What next accompanied me was a five hundred yard walk across a well-laid brick footpath towards a pair of clear glass door.

“Welcome miss. I see that you are just in time. If you were late we would have not let you complete your program here.” The receptionist greeted me hand back my identity card. “You will need your identity card to gain access to various areas of this part of the institute. Please keep it at all times. Our security team has been known to open fire and ask questions later at people without these cards.” She coolly finished. “This way please.”

I was introduced to a door on the right as it opened I could see that my other colleagues had arrive already and were sitting on the seats each holding a white envelope. I walked over to the last free seat picking up the sealed envelope and sat down.

I had barely touched the seat when a woman in a white trench coat entered through another door into the room.

“Follow me.” She said, “I am the manager of the current department you will be working in. You can also open up those envelopes you have with you.” In a quick sharp and commanding voice

The walk was at a very brisk pace although all of it was conducted in the winding corridors.

“I am afraid the accommodation tour will come later.” She explained, “You all have work to do,” as she opened up a door. “Please change quickly. I know the suits will be uncomfortable first but you will get used to it.”

Handing out the first few suits all of us immediately gave a reaction of disgust. Although the suits were made out of thick flesh latex they each contained at the crotch two large black plugs.

“Well put it on.” She looked back at us as if we had never seen them. “You will be glad that they are there later.”

If you have never heard ten girls gasp and groan at various intervals between each other this was the time. As the plugs entered each hole they were meant for each girl gasped and groaned. One of the girls flopped on the floor as the plugs went it making for a loud splat. We then zipped the suit shut at the back each of us looked alike we were sexless dolls you see in the shopping malls. The only openings hugged around our armpits, bikini line, and around the base of our necks.

It must have been funny if we had run into anyone in the corridor that led us to the test areas. Ten sexless dolls following a mistress like figure around. I was giggling at the thought if we met any guys here they would be dumbfounded. We stopped halfway through this corridor.

“Well these ten doors are the test studios. The number you have in your hand corresponds to the test that you will be subjected in. Each studio has one senior and a junior that has almost finished their course. Introduce yourselves to them and they will tell you what to do. I will be watching from the control panels from above.” With that little speech over with she disappear behind one of the doors. I could hear her footsteps click on each step as she went upwards.

Each of us went of to find our door numbers entering each one as they found them….

ROOM 01

As the room door opened and the new junior stepped in the senior was heard, “We are experimenting in a new anti-police-brutality weapon for them: The Glue Gun!” he announces triumphantly, “The glue will dry and prevent the attackers from escaping. If it is successful I’ll be heading to management. And here,” turning around to the open door, “is our protester to be, against the police, my other junior.” The other assistant was wearing a suit just like mine.

“Well both of you head into the chamber and I’ll record everything from out here.” He eagerly pushed us both into the large five by five meter chamber before locking the door and giving us the thumbs up through the observation window. “You may begin!” he announced through the microphone as if this was a world-boxing bout.

A cold stream of liquid hit me right at my body. I could feel the latex getting colder before the liquid tricked down my legs forming a pool at my feet. I had just gotten used to the abrupt introduction and decided to charge my attacker.

I had only taken one step before I slipped and fell flat on my back into the puddle that was gradually expanding. The other assistant looked as she was having fun as she liberally applied the liquid all over me drenching me and making the puddle into a pool covering half the floor.

Soaked in the liquid and it not drying as it should do I tried standing up again only to hit butt first back onto the floor. It was like trying to stand on ice in shoes. Every time I managed to just balance myself the surface friction would again reach zero and I would go splat right into the ever-growing pool.

Seeing the predicament she was in as the protester I placed down my gun in the corner where I stood but had not turned it off before taking several bold strides into the now floor of liquid that she was in. This proved a costly mistake for me too as I thought the liquid had dried and I could detain her. What happened next was the both of us doing acrobatic slips and slides across the entire chamber trying to get a grip with anything that would stop us from wallowing in the ankle deep liquid.

Both of us was now covered in the liquid no matter what we did whether trying to use the walls a leverage to stand up and get to the door was hopeless. We were literally skating on a friction free floor.

A catfight then erupted between them each trying to pin or lock each other down. It looked more like a catch the greased pig fight from the security cameras that monitored the test lab.

Outside observing all the action the female senior member of staff buried her hands in her face. A thought crossed her mind another failure I guess I am going to have to rename this project’s aim and to provide lubricant for factory machine parts. She walked up to where the hose was connected to the barrel that had been rolled in earlier this morning and turn of the supply to the gun inside the chamber which was how six inches deep.

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ROOM 2

As the new assistant entered a large mask fell over her eyes and a large thick tube entered her mouth, she was blinded and gagged. She claws at her attackers.

“Calm down there,” a voice called form the darkness. It was the person that put a faceless mask onto her, “I need to reach a switch and you trying to kill me.” The struggle between the senior, the junior and the new assistant stopped. Pressing down hard where her nose used to be the polarized lenses in the mask rotated to allow a more darkened view of the room.

”Can you see me there?” the senior ask while waving a hand in front of the now face less girl. A muffled reply was all that was given. “I see you have figured that you can breath only through the special mouthpiece on your mask. Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll explain everything as we do it.

The room contained the standard five by five meter chamber, which everyone entered. The senior then went to retrieve several items from behind the door. The senior handed me a pair of bright blue gloves that reached up to my shoulders where he squeezed a tube of liquid that tasted like adhesive setting the top of the glove in place. The junior was helping me into the tights. Guiding both my legs into it she then produced a different tube to with the same taste and squeeze a lot onto the opening of the tights. From my waist down I was clad in bright sea-blue tights that covered my feet.

I was helped into a high collar long sleeved leotard next. Again made of the same material and of the same color as the glove and tights I wore. The junior also produced a hood, which she put on me before the senior guided the zipper of the leotard up the back. More of that strange smelling substance was put on around where my mask met the rim of the hood, before they moved down to put it around my neck, down the zipper wrists and leg holes.

The next item was another leotard but I didn’t get a close enough look at it before the senior asked me to put my hand behind me. I felt something envelope both my hands before drawing them tight making my elbows touch each other and for me to arch slightly backwards before I could ease the pain. My legs were being guided into he new leotard and which was quickly zippered shut and more stuff gelled down the zip.

I found myself without arms now as they were pinned tightly to the back of me by the leotard. The senior the brought in a large majestic mermaids dress. Opening it up she motioned that my feet were to be put in, sealed in and I would not be able to stand. Kicking like I could they were quick to ease the tail over my legs before dragging the zipper closed around them. The zipper worked upwards past my waist up to my back. My legs, waist and breasts were tightly trapped in the suit, more of that terrible adhesive around the rim of the suit and down its zipper. The junior then brought a hose that connected to my mouthpiece, which I could breath through.

Letting go of me I fell to the floor unable to get up, I saw them walk out though the door and lock it behind me. Cold water then poured in through unknown holes in the ceiling filling the chamber up until it was completely full. I could see the outside through the observation panel. Both of them were giving me thumbs up.

I was terrified of water much less being submerged in to I swam to the door trying to kick it open but to no success. I panicked and swam like hell for the length I was in that chamber.

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ROOM 3

“I hope you have been briefed what you are doing today.” The senior spoke as soon as the door opened. The junior indicated for me to nod and I followed her lead.

“We have got a safety food assignment on this new bubblegum that the manufacturer wants to export here. We need to know if it is safe.” He motioned for us to walk to the observation panel looking into the chamber. “You see that hose there,” he tapped on the glass indication where we should look, “We will be using that to inflate the bubble gum instead of your mouths else it would take too long.” “Over there in the corners,” another tap, tap, tapping of the glass, “Are two whole ball of presoaked.” I actually stopped listening to him there. The balls of green gum were about a meter in diameter.

“I trust that you will assign who is to be the blower and the popper.” She then opened the door and motioned for us to begin the experiment. A quick round of stone paper scissors settled who was to be the popper and who was to be the blower. I was to be the blower while she was to be the popper. I walked to one of the balls of gum and rolled it next to the machine before fetching the second one. I turned the machine on, grabbed and pulled a mouth-sized piece of green gum from the ball and fitted it onto the machine. A small bubble formed from the hose, which she quickly popped.

I pulled a bigger piece of gum and attached it to the blower. A larger bubble began to form but she had popped it when it reached the size of a goldfish bowl. I looked outside and saw the senior napping not taking notes. The devil possessed me and I got a hand-sized glob of gum and attached it to the blower. This time a huge balloon the size of the gum wads came out which she popped. This process went on for some time each time the bubblegum balloon popped more gum was being thrown about attaching themselves onto us but we were having fun that we didn’t care.

I could see that it was beginning to get harder to walk on the floor of the chamber as the gum stuck to our feet and the floor. I came up with something drastic as I saw her trying to unstick herself near the wall. I pushed the entire last gumball into position and attached it to the blower. The blower blew and gigantic ball but the junior was still pulling herself free from the wall. With a final tug she came free and she stumbled backwards onto the skin of the bubblegum ball punching a hole through it and falling inside.

A miracle must have happened as the balloon reseals itself trapping the poor girl inside. I could see her punching the walls of the balloon only to get her fists stuck to the inside. I ran as best as I could to turn the blower off. This was a bad move by me as the balloon shrank engulfing her inside giving a green human form of gum.

I was quick to the rescue. Its arms grasped me and I could feel them around my waist as I worked to remove the gum from her face. Its legs also joined in kicking and rubbing around my legs. It took me under a minute to work to her nose giving her life giving air. I then remove globs of the green gum from around her eyes allowing her to see. A face of revenge met me as I found that she hand pushed me into her. From my breasts downwards the gum enveloped me. I could not understand how she could move so quickly as she pinned down my arms, spread the gum around my mouth and over my hair. The outside of the gum mould slowly hardened making for a soft squishy center was were two girls played showing only their eyes and noses.

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ROOM 4

Pushing open the door I announced, “I‘ve been assigned to your group.”

An empty sound resounded. There was no one here not one person. I must be in the wrong room was the first thought that ran through my head. The room consisted of a five by five meter chamber with a large observation panel, a desk obviously for the person who was watching to make notes from and something inside the chamber that I was not too sure what it was. People were inside the chamber.

I opened the door to the chamber and shouted that I had arrived only to notice that they were mannequins. So I decided to take a closer look at the other item of interest. It was a black machine, cylinder in shape and stood at about five foot in height. I could just see over the top of the machine at that height and notice a small hole in the middle of the machine. There was also some sort of sliding opening that the machine had that retreated inside the machine. A small number panel was placed there.

Being a tad curious as to what was inside the machine I poked a long string of numbers into the panel hoping that any combination of them would work and open up the insides to have a look at. The machine soon gave way and opened up as I continued to poke numbers in. In fact I was take by surprise when it opened with a loud ‘whoop’ that I fell over.

I crawled inside the machine to find several small holes etched into the sides of the inner surface that I could see. I also found that the floor and walls on the inside were made to spin while the pad in the middle was made out of metal. There wasn’t really that much to see inside the machine it just looked like a vertical washing machine.

I stood up putting my head through the hole in the middle of the machine. Apparently this was a switch for the machine to close up and a grip held my head out of the machine.

What happened next was awful. Cold water streamed into the tub that I was now standing in freezing cold water. The water didn’t stay cold for long though as I felt the water getting warmer and warmer by the minute. If fact I only notice I was screaming to anyone who could hear me to let me out of this contraption when the door opened and the senior with the junior walked in.

It too the two seconds to realize what had happened to me and they rushed into the chamber where the machine was sitting. The machine hand now something long and thick poking me from all directions I could feel the tub spinning now and the bristle scratching and poking me all over. I was quite sure that it was damaging the suit I was wearing.

The senior then told me that she couldn’t get me out of the machine until the full cycle was over. I asked her what this was for and she told me that it was for hard plastic doll body parts or whole dolls and not humans. She then went on to scold me that I should not have tried to operate anything inside a chamber without the supervision of a senior and that this incident will be fully reported to the test manager.

I was very tender by the time the full cycle was finished. I was read all over from the scrubbing the bristle brushes made over me as well as the hot air used to dry me. The thick latex suit that had given me was reduced to a hold with rags and would not have taken much more punishment if the cycle had not finished. The junior took me to the first aid room where cooling solutions were applied to my agitated body. I swore to myself that I would never operate any machinery without know what it was first.

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ROOM 5

“Right you must be my new junior,” a voice greeted me from the empty room.

“We’re over here,” another voice popped up.

I look around but there was no one except an opened door that lead to another room. I carefully walk into the room to see my two colleagues preparing for this test.

“If you would just rub this all over your body that would be great!” she said without turning her head around while stirring something in a bucket.

The junior that was with her turned around to face me and held out a tube to me and told me knuckles down and palms up. A huge dollop of clear gel landed in my upturned palms. I looked at her curiously think it was some sort of gag before see her also dollop some onto her palm and them approach me. I took a quick whiff of whatever it was just to make sure I wasn’t super glue or anything. There was no hint of adhesive so I quickly rubbed the gel all over my body. The junior helped me with the back.

I was now standing in a glistening gel like substance and shouted “DONE!” to let the senior know that I had finished. The senior then explained about this experiment. “Were test a new anti-stick gel that will provide artists and dressmakers with life sized body casts to work with.”

Then she unrolled a roll of white bandages before applying the bandage onto me as if I was injured. They both worked from my shoulders and down my hands while telling me that I should stand in a position that I would be comfortable with as this will take some time. I decided to pose as if I was a waitress with one hand on my hips and the other holding an imaginary tray.

I soon felt the bandages on my arms drying and could feel them working their ways downwards past my waist and eventually around my legs. I was baking in the plaster as it dried I was also beginning to go numb from having to stand in the exact same position.

They finally announced that they were finished and I could feel the drying had just reached my thighs. When they started to get the cutting tools ready. The senior told me that they were now going to cut down the side of my body hopefully then I would be able to step out of the cast without too much trouble.

The small mechanical blade whirled at high speed an at times I thought that the blade would cut into me and draw blood. But the senior was skillful with her goggles over her eyes as the plaster powder flew from the place she was cutting. It took a long time and I was beginning to lose feeling even in my legs that were the last they did. I began relaxing in the cast and letting it support me.

She soon told the junior that I was ready to be free from the cast and to help her pull it from me. As she grasped the cut seam from the front and the senior from the back they pulled with all their might. But the plaster did not budge.

“That’s funny the plaster should just come away now?” she said to me studying the problem. “Did my formula not work?” she began questioning herself. Looking at the bottle in her hand she notice that it was not her latest work formula.

“We’re going to need a hammer and chisel to get you out I am afraid we were working with the prototype formula instead of the test sample.” She told me. “The actually finished gel works cause I have tried in on myself before now.” She comforted me.

What a bad start to a good work relationship.

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ROOM 6

The door was ajar slightly for this room and as the new junior stepped into the room a large bucket filled with tar came tumbling down on top of her head. The new junior looked quite pathetic with a bucket over her head and tar slowly meandering down past her waist. Still with the bucket on her head the senior quickly pushed her into the chamber. This was so that the thick tar that was running down her would not mar the floor of the observation room.

What met her as she entered the chamber was the junior holding another bucket much like hers but full of the thick tar that had stopped at her waist. The senior quickly retreated out of the room closing the door behind while the junior with the bucket flung its contents at her as she.

A loud slap was heard in the chamber as the tar collided with clean outstretched hands that reached for the bucket on her head. With it finally off she threw down the bucket and advanced at her attacker only to be met by another wave of tar being flung at her legs. More tar was added to her as her advance stopped and the tar dried.

It was at this time that the door reopened and that the senior walked in.

“Now don’t be afraid or angry,” she said, “we’ve got the experiment to test this new tar dissolving tablet.” “The institute has worked on it a long time and the solution is non toxic and an non irritant.” She continued. “We’re going to apply this too you and see how long it takes for the tar on you to fully dissolve.”

She then tossed the tablet into a bucket of solvent that smelled like alcohol before emptying its entire contents over her head. The resulting solution quickly reacted with the tar causing bubbles to appear. As it raced down her head dissolving the tar that it met. In fact it was so successful that the tar had been dissolved past her waist within minutes of it being applied.

The solution however started to show some slowing down as it reached the hips and had become a very blackened solution by the time it reached her thighs. When it had got to her knees a very black and shiny surface was all that was left of the solution and the tar. She tried moving her legs but the tar held tight.

“Hang on we many need another does of tar cleansing liquid.” She said as she fill another bucket with water and toss another tablet in. She then brought the bucket over to the smooth black pyramid of tar and emptied the solution over it. The solution uselessly trickled down the sides.

The senior was clearly confounded by the result, as the solution should have dissolved through the tar reducing it to a puddle of liquid. But the surface was not longer tar. It was a non-porous surface of a new chemical, one that was not expected to happen as a side effect of excess tar against the solution.

“Looks like we need the hammer again to break this stuff off for analysis.” She looked up at me. “Don’t worry it will take some time but we will get you out of it!” She reassured me.

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ROOM 7

What met me when I opened the door were two more mannequin ladies. The one on my right introduced herself as the senior and the one on my left as the junior.

“We’ve got food to test this time around ‘Jelly’ maybe we will get something better next draw.” The senior said motioning all of us into the chamber.

Naturally I was astounded that the senior would be taking part and that none of us would be taking notes that was until I saw the senior grab the notepad on the way in.

“We will be simulating an industrial accident.” She briefed us up. “I want the new junior to get into that large stainless steel tank that is here and we will do the rest form the outside.”

Good thing I had a ladder to use to climb into the tank it was easily nine feet tall but the chamber we were now in was at least five by five by five meters. I kind of wonder if all the rooms that the others went into contained chambers like these. It wasn’t long before I was inside and standing on the bottom of the tank.

“There is a tube you will need that for breathing through.” A shout echoed down from above.

What came next was a rain of blocks. BONK! BONK! BONK! WHAP! One of the blocks that had just been thrown in just hit me square on my foot. More and more orange blocks of four by four square jelly mix came raining down. I let go of the chain and started dodging in between the blocks that rained down upon me.

“I hope you’re not hurt in there. We should have put those in first instead of you. My mistake.” The voice echoed. “We’re adding warm water now so breath through that pipe.”

Warm water flowed in dissolving the blocks that I now stood on and soon I was floating in a orange sea of watery jelly mix. I wondered how long I was supposed to stay in there as the water went from warm to cool to cold. In fact it was a bit too cold so I swam upwards only to bump into something solid. The jelly had solidified around me while I was in the mixture, so that what they meant by ‘industrial accident’. My room to maneuver became smaller and smaller until I placed my limbs too close to the forming walls. I became one with the jelly like a fly trapped in amber. I couldn’t move a limb but could at least still breath and blink.

I then felt the cylinder moving upwards and then tipping over. The jelly loosened its grip on the sides of the tank and slipped onto the chamber floor. Naturally I was now trapped upside down with a view of a orange chamber from within the jelly. The senior walked up to the pipe that I was using to breathe through using my mouth and removed it. The junior now held a sign saying ‘Eat your way out’. I could also see the silver tablespoon she was holding.

All three of us tackled the huge nine feet high jelly that was holding me prisoner.

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ROOM 8

When I walked into the room the senior and the junior already in there looked really disinterested. They didn’t even turned to greet me. Instead they were staring at what looked like a bar of soap in between them. I approached them but neither of them even hinted that I was there. When I was standing in between them I noticed that it was indeed a just a bar of plain soap.

“We need to see if this new formula of soap causes irritation to skin.” The senior said without looking up. “Take the soap and use the shower that has been set up inside the chamber we will note you progress from here.” She finished in a monotone voice.

The chamber didn’t hold much just a modern style aluminum shower cubicle right in the middle. I could see two black hoses running out the back into the wall. These must be for the hot and cold water. I proceeded to step into the shower.

It took a while for the hot water to come through so I stood inside just running the tap. When steam started to sprout from the showerhead I finally stepped into the running water. The water was lukewarm and very relaxing. I proceeded to lather up. They didn’t give me any specific instructions as to how I should lather from my feet up or from head down. So I did the best I could.

That was when the cold water stopped. I felt the heat and jumped out of the cubicle to see that the hose joining the wall to the cubicle seemed to be blocked by something. The water was slowly pushing it I looked directly at the shower head whatever was coming along was coming rather slowly and I was still half covered is soap suds. I decided to give the bulge a little push by squeezing it at its fattest point.

Water was not running out of the showerhead as the bulge worked its way into the pipes feeding the shower. I got back in the shower and started tapping the showerhead as if to coax the water to come out.

Think purple slime suddenly sprayed from the shower covering me from the neck to the waist. I screamed and jumped back. I could see out of the observation panel that the senior and junior were running to the chamber. I ran too to the door only to see them reach it before me and close the door from the outside. I was trapped.

The slime was now filling up the basin of the shower refusing to go down the drain as it continued to squirt out. It had a grasp on something that was towards its left it pulled the creature in.

I was still hammering on the door when I suddenly felt a huge hand grab me around the chest and drag me back, kicking and screaming I turned around to see a large blob of purple slime with at least twenty tentacles extending from it. I stuck my feet and arms out hoping that the slime has a solid surface from where I could push away.

The first thing I saw was its tentacles, slowly curling around my outstretched legs and arms. The tentacles then fused together and then gradually sucked me in. As my body hit the surface the suit I was wearing slowly dissolved leaving me exposed. The last part of me to disappear inside was my head.

I could feel the slime penetrate my ass and my sex this made me open my mouth, which also came under attack. The slime was playing with my feelings. It made me feel good and want more of it.

The attack continued for another twenty minutes at least. I lost all sense of dignity during it. It also left with several things as it disappeared down the drain. My wanting for more and three huge belly of slime from its attacks, which I could not regurgitate from my stomach, enema from my ass or labor out through my sex. Gosh! I want to be with it.

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ROOM 9

Opening our doors we found each other in the same room or should we say rooms.

Our senior greeted us and told us that we will be working together for this experiment. She also told us that the junior had already gotten ready to begin which left only us to suit up. This was when she led us to the changing rooms and we gasped. Each of the rooms contained what looked like a wasp or bee costume. Surly we were not having a fancy dress party?

We did not complain to the senior instead we both stepped into the changing facility and began to don the costumes. What came first was a black corset which both of us had the difficulty of putting on. I help her with hers and found that the corset squeezed the waist so it was an hourglass shape. When she managed to breath again she did mine up which was equally tight.

The next item of clothing was a pair of black tights. Well not totally black. I found that when the tights cross over my knees a black pyramid was attached to the tights there and the base of the pyramid was a gold trim. The tights went on quite easily and were soon at my wasp like waist. A pair of furry white cuffs was then put on at my wrists before I picked a huge piece of clothing.

What I initially thought of as a sleeveless high neck leotard was in fact just that but had this huge abdominal piece that stuck out at the back. It was a struggle to put this on too as the huge abdominal piece would cause the leotard and me to sway around. I finally managed to get the zipper up the back before admiring the design.

My breasts had been augmented and there were golden and black alternating circles decorating my new breasts. The leotard it self also had ‘V’-shaped gold and black print. At my back there now grew two large clear bee wings. The abdominal piece was irritating me it was a huge bee abdominal and I found that sitting down was no longer possible.

The last item of clothing was a headdress that had the bee’s eye and antenna, which easily slipped over my hair. I was now ready and stepped out of the changing room. There were now two Queen-Bees looking at each other as she had also changed and was talking to the senior.

She then led us to the door of the chamber and opened it. Inside what greeted us was a large spider’s web. Surely she was not expecting us to play bait for this test but my guess was right. We were told to go lie down on the webbing somewhere and the junior would then tell us what to do.

The webbing itself was a little sticky as we climbed to a more suitable position and lay down. I decided to lie face up while the other girl lay face down on the webbing. A spray of liquid was administered before I heard through some speakers that the test had begun and that we were to struggle as hard as we could. I decided to get out of the web immediately only to find that the web was far stickier that when I climbed into it.

My struggles were useless against the far sticker webbing that had a hold on me so slowly I stopped. This struggling resumed when I saw our junior. She was dressed as a black widow spider and had her original two hands as well as four hose hands that I guess contained webbing. I tried twice more to stand up before she was on top of me. She was really into this being as spider thing as she first greeted me as a tasty morsel before using her hose hands to apply more silk that became webbing around me.

She took her time all right making sure that every bit of my costume was covered in the webbing before webbing together my legs and then crossing my arms over my big breasts and webbing them there too. My head was the last thing to be webbed and she gave me a kiss on the neck as if she was a real spider biting into me.

I then felt her moving down the web as it shook with her movements. Smaller trembles were then felt as the webbing rocked to and fro. The other bee must be putting up a good fight but then after a few more sways and bounces the webbing stopped moving. At that point she must too have lost. The speakers crackling to life to say that the senior and spider would now cut us out soon confirmed her loss.

I decided to try and break out which was much easier than I thought much to the surprise of the senior and spider that was about to climb the web. I shouted down to the other bee that the cocoon was easy to break and sure enough her cocoon soon burst as she too sat up.

The senior greeted us at the bottom and told us that the silk must have a design fault somewhere, as she was not expecting us to break out. During her chat with me the other bee had sneaked around the back of the spider and broke off one of her hose legs.

She then attacked the spider with the silk spray, which I then joined in by breaking off one of her other legs. Soon all four of us were enjoying ourselves with one of the hose legs trying to stick the other to the floor but each time the webbing dried it became apparent that the person could easily break free.

Our fun lasted for quite a while before the hose legs ran out of the chemicals that were making the silks spraying out of it. We all proceed to the changing room and stepped inside to change. I was about to undo the hair ornaments when I went back outside and ask the senior if I could keep the bee suit on for a while longer. She agreed and I decided to keep the suit on until I was shown my accommodation for this year.

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Results

The manager that had lead the girls to their respective tests now poured over the test results. She was quite happy with several of the results but there were some that were failures:

ROOM 1

The police glue gun did not work as intended. Instead of slowing down the movement of the subject it instead created a low friction area where the subject stood rendering her and anyone else that moved into the vicinity to be temporarily trapped by its grasp. I recommend that this substance be relabeled as an industrial lubricant instead for machine parts. Both juniors have been sent to the ward for bumps and bruises.

ROOM 2

The underwater seal worked perfectly. Not one droplet of water entered the latex mermaid suit that the SM shop provided for testing. The suit itself did not tear. However we regret to inform you that the subject still is in the suit but no longer underwater, as it seems she has not calmed down from her ordeal and would be a danger to herself and others. She has been transferred to the ward.

ROOM 3

We do not recommend that any child use more than ten pieces of this gum at any one time. Apart from that this gum is entirely safe unless used in excess. Disciplinary procedures are being lodge on both juniors for their behavior during the test.

ROOM 4

The machine that was sent to use for testing has performed admirably for cleaning all of the dolls of dirt that was on them. We performed an additional test and found that a warning label should be stuck to the machine stating that the machine is not intended for human use. Our colleague is now recovering at the ward.

ROOM 5

An unusual problem has occurred it seems that I have used the wrong test solution. This test will have to be resubmitted during the next test phase.

ROOM 6

This experiment produced some previously unknown side effect apparently when the tablet is dissolved and applied to tar if there is excess that the solution will combine with it to form a shell that cannot be dissolved by the test solution. However hacking a hole through the shell and applying the solution, it will dissolve any tar underneath leaving the shell behind. More work is needed.

ROOM 7

I am writing this from the ward. All of us from this test are here although there are no unusual problems with the components making up the jelly I do thoroughly recommend that eating a person out of an accident is not proper procedure and does not save on the cost of ruined jelly. We don’t feel so good after eating her out. I will be ready for other test in a week’s time.

ROOM 8

Our test was interrupted by the slime that has been attacking everyone inside the institute. Our new junior has suffered shock from the slime that engulfed her and ate through her suit. It seems that the slime has evolved and left the victim mentally and physically drained. The occasional trickle of slime comes out from all orifices. Along with that she seems to mentally want the slime to engulf her again. Classified report.

ROOM 9

The silk-steel was not a complete success the silk itself is still way off in toughness against the more natural spider silk when dry. One of the juniors being a bee have requested that they can keep the Q-Bee suit which I granted on condition that she had to return to this test if it was done again. The two new juniors have performed admirably although they did get into a silk spray fight.

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