The cocoon breathed as if it was alive, every exhale of carbon dioxide shrinking its size as his form changed gradually from his original self into a shape that mirrored the woman now laying out a skirt suit and set down an extra pair of her heels out in preparation of his transformed forms release.
The body struggled only out of occasional discomfort as she took a seat and enjoyed some more TV as the strange cocoon swelled and contracted. Moans of a higher pitch began to emerge as the metamorphosis reached its last phase and she rubbed the leg of the cocooned form, shushing it gently as she watched the show.
Inside the process was pure warmth and softness, every nerve melting into it as he was turned into a softer self and molded, his mind overwhelmed as the mesh encasing him began to remake him, linking with the trapped males mind.
