Further and further it spread, and the more Laressa would panic in fright and teror as the latex seeped into every seam, coating her and encasing her ever so much. Every moment she struggled just enticed the suit to grow that much more quickly, until she let out a sharp squeal - the material filling her orifices, taking over the spideress completely. The last whimpers came from Laressa as it sealed over her face, her hair, fully encasing her. She slumped forward, her thoughts being filled with such sweet, tender words, reassurance and dominance filling her mind, breaking into every little thought, reducing the spideress to an enslaved toy. The material shifted one last time - a collar of stiff rubber shaping around its neck. Even if Laressa could still fight, she was being steadily reprogrammed by the dress she thought was a lucky find. Soon, she would be nothing but a precious fucktoy for the mysterious person who sent the package in the first place.

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