Kallen Kozuki stood outside the Babel Tower, staring up at the gaudy building that housed all matter of illegal trade. Gambling, shady dealings, and prostitution, it was no place that a high schooler should rightfully be going anywhere near, and she suspected that even the armed guards outside, assuming they had even the slightest conscience left in them, likely would have sternly warned any teenage girl foolish enough to go near it to leave before she got involved in any ugly business. Hopefully, Kallen thought to herself as she tugged at the hem of her low-cut t-shirt to expose even more of her cleavage, they’d be too busy staring at her figure to pay attention to how youthful she looked. Then again, she thought with a grimace of distaste, the younger the better for the pigs she’d be pandering to in this tower, steeling herself for the treatment she’d be receiving during this infiltration mission.

Kallen took a deep breath, smoothed out her face, and put on the most vapid expression she could as she strolled up to the tower’s doors, the surly looking bouncers quickly blocking her way. Kallen smiled brightly at them, doing her best to look like she had more boobs than brains.

“Hi, I heard you guys had, like, an opening for a waitress?” Kallen said, able to tell even through the bouncer’s sunglasses that he was glancing down at her milky cleavage, just as expected. He broke his line of sight to glance at his partner, who nodded once and moved aside to let her through.

“You’ve come to the right place.” He said, Kallen relaxing slightly, figuring it was okay to expose that much. Her character was meant to be confident, but there were few who would work at a place like this if they had better options, so a little desperation would probably be more convincing. And Kallen was nothing if not desperate, subjecting herself to a job like this to track down Lelouche. With any luck she’d be in and out in a day or two at most…

The first bouncer led her to a door inside clearly intended for employees, which led to a nondescript hallway leading deeper into the building until they reached a set of sliding doors, the bouncer gesturing for her to enter.

“Get inside and get undressed.” He instructed roughly, Kallen hesitating for a moment before walking confidently through. To her surprise she didn’t find a locker room for employees like she expected, but a rather sterile-looking room, with seemingly only one entrance and one exit. Kallen looked back over her shoulder to see the doors already closing, leaving her alone and isolated. It was too late to turn back now, she supposed. A quick look around revealed a few security cameras, but not much else. Kallen took a deep breath and began to strip herself, figuring that it was likely a security procedure to make sure she wasn’t hiding any weapons before she reached the employee initiation proper. Besides, a place run by pigs like this probably relished the chance to see her naked and judge her before she even got to put on the bunny suit waitress uniform she was dreading.

“Um, what now?” Kallen called out once she was completely naked, her dignity forcing her to cover her modesty with her hands while she stood around awkwardly dead center in the slightly chilly room. She looked around aimlessly, and was just about to call out again when she felt a sudden jolt of pain, a jab in the side of her arm. Immediately cursing, her eyes flicked to her side, revealing a dart that had already finished delivering its payload by the time she ripped it out, desperately looking around the room until she saw a roof panel closing, where the dart had surely been launched from. Kallen was unsure of what to do, throwing it to the ground as she began to panic. What had she just been drugged with, something to knock her out, or worse? She prepared for a woozy feeling, to pass out and wake up in chains or worse, but although she began to feel light-headed, she felt wide awake with adrenaline, rushing over to the doors she had entered from and banging on them furiously.

“You bastards! When i get out of here, I’ll…” Kallen yelled at her would-be captors, wondering if her cover had been blown before she even arrived. She knew they treated their workers poorly, but this had much more dire implications than a sexist workplace. The area where she had been shot was starting to darken, an unnatural colour spreading from the wound in a deep scarlet, although strangely not the ugly purple she would have expected from ruptured nerves or a dangerously infected system. In fact, her arm, staring to turn bright red from the infection, seemed almost… shiny? There was a certain gleam to it, and when Kallen touched it with her other hand, her eyes widened. It felt like she was touching plastic, no, rubber! She pinched it, finding that it had a surprising give to it, with no pain even as she tugged at it, her now completely covered bicep carrying the sensation of touch, but even pulling it beyond what was natural then letting go and watching it snap back to its original shape didn’t even have her wincing.

Realising to her horror that the infection was starting to spread further down her arm and up her shoulder, Kallen squeezed the source, her arm squishing inwards, then bouncing back the moment she let go with a yelp at how easily it had compressed. She banged on the door once again, digging her fingers into the slight gap in the middle fruitlessly. She rushed to the other side to try the other door, but only succeeded in wasting time as it remained just as stubbornly closed as the first. It was enough time for the transformation to spread down her wrist to her hand, her thumping of the door turning from a loud metallic banging to a muffled rubbery slap as her hand was consumed by the rubber, Kallen horrified as her fingers, pressed together for only a moment, refused to separate, and instead began to merge together, forming a useless red mitten that could flex and open and close, but lacked any sort of dexterity. She held it with her other hand, feeling like she was touching a latex glove, then pulled it away, paranoid that it might spread to her good hand by touch. It was an irrational fear based on how it had been spreading, but the whole thing was happening in minutes, and even a hardened pilot like her was in a state of absolute panic.

The infection, now having fully consumed her arm and shoulder, was visibly spreading to the rest of her body, her pale flesh turning bright red and shiny across her chest and up her collarbone, Kallen starting to hear squeaks as she moved her neck down to stare in despair at her transforming body. She couldn’t see it, but her chin was already changing, the rest of her head sure to follow in seconds. She struck the door fruitlessly a few more times, her once mighty pounding turning into a feeble smack as her infected arm seemed to lose most of its strength. WIthout any better plan, she yelled out again, demanding answers that never came.

“What the hell have you done to me, you bas-mmph!” Kallen’s angry cries were suddenly muffled by the infection reaching her lips, able to see her lips begin to swell up as if stung, turning a deeper red than the rest of her as if to make them stand out, obscenely swollen and round yet strangely soft despite the latex-like appearance of the rest of her. As they inflated they became harder and harder to move until her attempts to manipulate them into yelling again stopped altogether, along with her no longer being able to feel her tongue or summon any sound at all. Her lips finally froze, forming a wide O-shape and a perpetual gape, forced open by her transformation with more than enough space for somebody to comfortably fit a certain something right in. Kallen couldn’t help but touch her puckered lips with her good hand, sticking a finger in to feel a rubbery inside and a certain satisfaction from doing so. Instinctively she stuck two fingers in, the sensation feeling almost… no, it couldn’t! She refused to accept that it had almost felt good when she did so, yanking her fingers out and trying to ignore the fact that as it spread down the slope of her breasts, her nipples turning the same rubbery red as her lips, her cheeks were starting to look a little flushed.

Unfortunately, her desire to not let that show on her face was granted in the worst way as the infection travelled up her cheeks, then past her eyes, which seemed thankfully unscathed, then up her forehead and to her hair. Curiously her hair took on a transformation of its own, fusing into thick silicone-like locks that resembled a more primitive, balloon-like version of her hair. Even after being fully transformed, it was likely that she could be recognised based on that combined with her face being mostly the same other than the lips and loss of eyebrows, her furious features smoothing out into a perfectly blank, perfectly stiff neutral expression. She couldn’t so much as contort her eyebrows anymore, all smooth, taut latex.

Kallen watched helplessly as the infection consumed her other arm, her fingers forming another useless mitten that couldn’t do more than paw at her body as the scarlet spread down her hips, Kallen almost letting out a silent mode as it reached her pussy, altering her holes into tight but slightly open invitations to anybody who might see them. She was starting to feel quite light in general as it slide down her smooth legs, the transformation completing as her toes fused together into one mass quite like her hands. She was slightly off-balance, trying to avoid slipping on her rubbery heels as she stumbled around, unsure of what to do now that she had been turned into this rubber monster, a perfectly smooth sentient sex doll that could do little more than amble around slowly and awkwardly, feeling little strength in her legs.

At last, there was finally a beep, and she heard the doors slide open behind her, the ones opposite from where she had entered, inviting her deeper into the complex. Kallen hesitated, but had no choice but to step in and see what her captors planned to subject her to. She heard the whirring of the elevator heading up, and finally the silence was broken by a deep male voice over the intercom.

“As property of the Babel Tower, it is your duty to entertain our guests.” The harsh voice instructed, Kallen feeling her blood boil, despite potentially lacking it altogether. It droned on more about how there would be punishment for failure, but Kallen was too angry to listen to its warnings, taking in none of it by the time the elevator arrived. Kallen stumbled out into a blaring room that was almost sensory overload compared to the silence before, loud music and coloured lighting in what was clearly a sleazy strip-club-esque bar, with meatheaded-looking men feeling up the bunnysuited waitresses serving them drinks, who could do little but giggle and play along.

Kallen awkwardly stepped out into the room, seeing hungry eyes turn to the living sex doll that had entered their domain. Even worse than the lecherous eyes bearing down upon here were the pitying looks of the waitresses, Kallen being passed by one who had a look of immense relief, as if she felt better about her sorry state by the fact that she wasn’t as unfortunate as Kallen. Unsure of where to go under the flashing lights, her flimsy legs had her wander around the room in search of an exit, only to be stopped in her tracks by two drunk men in cheap suits, their faces red from more than just their drinks.

“Hey, I haven’t seen this one before. She’s got bigger tits than the blue one.” One slurred, grabbing Kallen’s breasts, who would have moaned from the sudden pleasure if she’d been able to speak. She immediately felt deeply ashamed of herself, but there was no denying the sensitivity of her new body.

“Perfect timing, I was just tellin’ the bartender that those bunny bitches are suckin’ off everybody but me. They probably sent this one as an apology.” His partner bragged as he groped her. The fact that nobody was surprised by her appearance was deeply unsettling to Kallen, who wondered just how many poor women like her were in this building. “Alright babe, come over here and-”

The man, busy undoing his belt like his friend, was cut off by a reflexive slap from Kallen, or at least what she had planned on being a slap. What was once a powerful strike that would have knocked him off his feet and thundered across the room was now a pathetic wet slap that certainly made a distinctive sound, but left him confused more than injured.



“Huh?” The inebriated man stared at her, his friend snickering at him. “Are these things supposed to play hard to get?”

“Maybe just for you.” HIs partner laughed.

“Hey, fuck you.”

“Excuse me, sir.” A large man in a black suit said, swiftly stepping between the two and lifting Kallen off her feet as if she weighed nothing at all, Kallen being too distracted by the debauchery to notice that security had had their eyes on her the whole time. “It seems our property has received insufficient training.”

He dragged her off to the elevator, Kallen barely having the chance to struggle before her wrapped his arm around her and squeezed, leaving her totally unable to do more than wriggle her legs until the elevators doors closed, putting her down, completely confident that she could do nothing to fight back. Kallen too realised this, standing meekly submissive in the corner.

“All you had to do was be a good little doll and let our customers fuck you. We really do get the dumbest sluts working here, I swear…” The guard sighed. “We’ll see if you’ve learned your lesson in a few months.”

The lift arrived, Kallen having no time to ponder his words before she was snatched off her feet again, lifted like the doll she was and taken into a more mechanical-looking room with a strange machine in the center, the guard tapping away at a screen for a few seconds with her slung under his arm wriggling helplessly. He shoved her into what seemed to be a small box almost like a mould, closing it around her before going back to operate the machine. The mould closed in on her, Kallen panicking once again as she began to run out of space, forced into a kneeling position. There clearly wasn’t enough space, and she felt it compress around her, her malleable body squeezing and squishing together, her arms and legs pressed against each other until she was almost a perfect rectangle. Totally boneless, Kallen’s body could be squeezed into whatever she could fit into, the machine moving into its next phase. Kallen couldn’t move her arms and legs even an inch, pressed and squeezed against each other into a perfectly compressed mass. In total darkness, Kallen would have gasped for breath if she could as the machine cut a hole for her face, the front of her head , leaving just her still attractive face sticking out, her hair still compressed inside the box she had been forced into.

It was a moment of relief, right up until Kallen realised that she couldn’t move her face at all, unable to do more than move her eyes around and blink. She couldn’t speak nor emote, her open mouth and puffy lips giving her an almost hungry look, not that she could tell. Despite the terrifying situation, there was a low, building feeling in Kallen, who had realised that being packed into this block felt almost good to her. Kallen was, whether she was ready to admit it or not, starting to feel horny.

Next came a hole on the front, her breasts flopping out, Kallen immediately noticing that they seemed to be twice as big as usual, perhaps even more. Thanks to how compressed the rest of her body was, more mass seemed to have gone to her chest, leaving the already busty girl with breasts as big as her head almost begging to be groped and fondled, eager to feel the pleasurable squeezing that the rest of her body was subjected to. Finally, a third hole was cut at the back, her ass and thighs bulging out, similarly inflated by the excess rubber and causing her to resemble a kneeling position with her ass thrust high in the air. This time however, much like her lips, Kallen didn’t just want to be squeezed, but had a deep desire to be filled. Kallen couldn’t even wriggle with how tightly the rest of her was packed, and no further holes were cut. The machine bolted on two handles next to her head, making it impossible for Kallen to deny its obvious purpose: to facefuck her as efficiently and easily as possible. Somehow, thanks to her hungry lips, she could just tell.

The machine beeped and released her, the carnal desires of her body distracted by the sound enough to realise that being unable to move was clearly not a temporary thing. The block was seamless, and only cutting it open would free her. She recalled what he had said about months. They wouldn’t leave her like this that long, would they…?

The guard wordlessly picked her up, grunting slightly and revealing that the block she was encased in was much heavier than the woman herself. He hauled her back to the elevator, bringing her back to the club room and carrying her across the now curious room, watching the pathetic state of the once-resisting woman as he moved her over to a corner of the room where she was clearly designed to be placed, a plate on the floor allowing her to be easily attached firmly to the floor.



“Gentlemen, the Babel Tower would like to apologise for your treatment earlier with the installation of our latest relief station.” He announced to the two men that Kallen had denied before. “Please enjoy it to the fullest.”

While he was talking, Kallen stared across the room to where on the opposite side there was a rubber woman just like her also installed as a relief station, although she was bright green rather than Kallen’s bright red. In the future she would be Kallen’s greatest rival, wordlessly competing with her as she was intensely jealous at watching the green girl be used instead of her. She didn’t get to have much of a look at her though before her field of view was obscured by the man she had slapped before’s cock, his pants completely down as he shoved his cock into her waiting lips, Kallen only feeling revulsion for a mere moment before her horny body erupted with pleasure, the best feeling she had ever had spreading through her lips, matched only by what she felt when her pussy was pierced by his partner from behind, the handles being put to good use as she was given the facefucking she craved. Kallen had assumed that she would spend months in agony, but it would be mere hours before she spent her waking moments craving more, already a perfect relief station in body and soul. Who knew if she would even want to be freed, should she be given the chance…