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Xedryk The Dragon 🔜 Thaitails 2026
@xedryk.bsky.social
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🇻🇳 - 31 | Fluid | INTJ-A | NSFW 🔞❗Math teacher, amateur artist, now looking for a partner 😊.
Website and contact: https://xedryk.github.io/
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Drone 119 knelt, his body no longer his own, his mind caught in a swirl of stimulation and commands. The collar remained around his neck, the leash still connected, though now it was purely symbolic.
November 9, 2025 at 6:45 PM
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The goo worked its way deeper, pushing into his ass, forming a thick rubber plug that stimulated his prostate, making him squirm. His attempts to speak were silenced as a rubber tube connected Bing's crotch to the mask now firmly sealed over his snout, forcing his mouth open.
November 9, 2025 at 6:45 PM
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A muffled yelp escaped as Reynard tried to claw the goo away, but it was useless. The liquid rubber worked fast, enveloping his head, sliding over his neck and shoulders. The sensation was overwhelming—cold, then warm, then tight.
November 9, 2025 at 6:45 PM
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With a gentle tug, Bing placed a rubber collar around Reynard’s neck, attached to a leash, and with a playful smile, the fox dropped to all fours, his nose brushing against the bulge in Bing’s tight, shiny underwear.
But as their proximity increased, the rubber on Bing's underwear began to move.
November 9, 2025 at 6:45 PM
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Someone locked the cage while he was passed out last night. Now he’s stuck in his new body and struggling to find the key. What a great start to the NNN challenge.
October 31, 2025 at 4:21 PM
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"Wearing the team’s mascot costume to the Halloween party wasn’t a bad idea... right? Right?!"

The next morning, the phone rang:

"...Arghhh! I... I’m stuck! When does the next team match begin? What?! The last match was last weekend?! Another month?! No... noooo..."
October 31, 2025 at 3:47 PM
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Which one should I finish first? 😅
Vote here:
t.me/xedrykthedra...
October 29, 2025 at 2:48 PM
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Eric found a strange candy in his messy yard. One bite—sweet, overwhelming—and shadows swallowed him. His body twisted: cow head, rubber skin, glowing hooves, a locked emblem at his groin.
In the chilly November air, Eric wandered into his backyard, cluttered with decaying plants and leftover Halloween pumpkins. He sighed, realizing he should have cleaned up sooner. As he picked up a dried vine, he spotted a shiny candy in the grass. Its sweet scent lured him, and he popped it into his mouth. The flavor was overwhelming—intensely sweet, warm, and heavy. As he savored it, a shadow crept behind him, forming into a dark, oily figure. It lunged, engulfing him in a thick, rubbery substance. Eric struggled, but the goo covered him entirely, molding into a smooth, dark green latex-like casing. His body began to change. His face elongated into a snout, horns sprouted, and his eyes glowed orange. His hands fused into glowing, three-fingered hooves. The goo thickened, forming a rubbery second skin, and a sleek, dark coat appeared, giving him the eerie look of a nightmarish receptionist. When the transformation ended, Eric was a towering beast—cow-headed, rubber-skinned, with a long, glowing tail. A lock symbol marked his groin, a chastity emblem he couldn’t remove. A voice echoed in his mind: "You belong to us now." His thoughts faded, replaced by obedience. A smirk crossed his rubber face as the voice commanded him. He snapped his glowing hoof, and the ground opened into a shadowy portal. It swallowed him whole, dragging him down as his garden vanished above. The last thing he saw was the fading light, consumed by the darkness below.
October 19, 2025 at 4:26 PM
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The mask inflated, grinning wider as it absorbed the goo. As if satisfied, it descended onto his face, sealing around his head, the rubber gag plugging his mouth and muffling his last howl.
Then, suddenly, something slick and cold wrapped around his wrist. He barely had time to react before more rubbery vines lashed out, coiling around his other arm and his legs. He tugged, but the roots held fast, spreading a thick layer of rubbery goo that oozed over his fur, seeping between his fingers and tightening around his limbs. The more he struggled, the tighter the goo seemed to bind, until he could hardly move. A low hum filled the air, and a pumpkin mask, adorned with a sinister grin, drifted toward him, floating just inches from his face. Inside the pumpkin was a rubber gag, phallic in shape, waiting to silence him. Rick tried to turn his head away, but the vines held his neck in place, forcing him to face the hovering mask. As he struggled, the vines grew bolder. A slick rubber tube slithered down, wrapping around his groin, pulsing and pumping in rhythm. Other tubes connected to his chest, attaching themselves to his nipples with a soft, sucking motion that sent shock-waves through his body. The rubbery goo seeped further, encasing his body in a glossy, tight layer that smoothed over every inch of his fur, sealing him in a restrictive, second skin. With each pulse, his arousal built uncontrollably, and his vision blurred as his body betrayed him. At last, he climaxed, but instead of release, thick rubbery goo seeped from him, filling the tubes, which pumped the goo toward the hovering pumpkin mask. The mask inflated, grinning wider as it absorbed the goo. As if satisfied, it descended onto his face, sealing around his head, the rubber gag plugging his mouth and muffling his last howl. From his altered form, a small pumpkin sprouted at his groin, shaped like candy and carrying an enticing scent. The creature, moving almost like a puppet on invisible strings, drifted out of the underground chamber, slowly leaving the misty garden. Each step left behind tiny pumpkin-shaped candies that glowed faintly, scented sweetly, waiting to ensnare another curious soul drawn by the scent.
October 11, 2025 at 11:42 PM
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A wolf in a squeaky orange rubber suit, glowing eyes, dazzled crowds with magic tricks. When taunted, he offered a lollipop. One bite, and the troublemaker melted into a rubber tiger cub—tiny, motionless, trapped.
Halloween’s neon glow pulsed as a wolf in a squeaky orange rubber suit prowled the streets. His glowing yellow eyes and cartoonish swagger drew stares—some amused, others mesmerized. With a flick of his wrist, coins vanished; sparks danced in his green-gloved hands. Kids gasped. Adults smirked. Then came the jeers. "Nice outfit, wolf-man. Escape from a party store?" His grin sharpened. "Try my treat," he purred, offering a swirling orange lollipop. The ringleader scoffed—bit down. The candy melted too fast. Warm goo dripped down his chin, then crawled—sealing his lips, his neck, his screaming face. His skin gleamed like polished rubber. Fingers fused into mittens. Ears twisted into tiny tiger points. He shrank, body compressing, until he was nothing but a glossy rubber cub, frozen mid-gasp, lollipop still clutched in his tiny jaws. "You’re supposed to suck it," the wolf chided. With a pop, he yanked the lollipop free—a burst of blue light—then bit down, shattering it to dust. The cub, now silent and squeezable, vanished into his pocket. The wolf sauntered off, his suit squeaking into the shadows. The crowd stood paralyzed, the night’s laughter replaced by the weight of what they’d seen.
October 5, 2025 at 6:36 AM
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The Xedryk's rubber laboratory owned him now, body and soul, forever entombed in his new, erotic prison. His cock pulsed again, a futile reminder of his past desires, now forever controlled and denied, all for the sake of his new existence as a lab drone.
"We manage all biological functions here," the handler droned on, "including your arousal. You'll find it difficult to focus on anything but your work now." Lucas's face heated as he struggled, but the rubber held firm, molded to his skin. He could feel his cock trying to harden, but the chastity sheath prevented it, sending waves of frustrated desire coursing through him. Panic clawed at him as a pink rubber ring began to rise from the floor, creeping up his legs, fusing seamlessly with the yellow layer. It climbed higher, squeezing his limbs, his torso, and finally, his head, leaving him blind, mute, and entombed. His senses were numb, his body tense and suffocating in the rubber that molded around him. He tried to scream, but only a muffled, desperate "Mmmmhp!" escaped. Then came the third layer, this one marked in a leopard pattern. It morphed his head into a feline shape, pressing around his mouth, forcing his jaw into a snout. His hands melded into paw-like mittens, his feet into rounded, padded paws. His vision returned through narrowed, feline lenses, and he stared back at his reflection—no longer a man, but a rubberized, anthropomorphic leopard, adorned with a collar that pulsed gently against his neck, a "SN-003" marked on his chest. [Drone SN-003 is ready...] beep [New object updated] [HUB enabling...] "What? Why my voice... Uggh!" The collar hummed to life, sending waves of commands into his mind, syncing his new body to the lab's rhythm. His thoughts fogged as protocols and tasks replaced his past, his fears, his dreams. He tried to fight it, but the suit pulsed and tightened, forcing compliance. His cock throbbed, trapped and denied, the frustration driving him to focus on anything but his own desperate arousal. "We manage all biological functions here," the handler droned on, "including your arousal. You'll find it difficult to focus on anything but your work now." Lucas's face heated as he struggled, but the rubber held firm, molded to his skin. He could feel his cock trying to harden, but the chastity sheath prevented it, sending waves of frustrated desire coursing through him. Panic clawed at him as a pink rubber ring began to rise from the floor, creeping up his legs, fusing seamlessly with the yellow layer. It climbed higher, squeezing his limbs, his torso, and finally, his head, leaving him blind, mute, and entombed. His senses were numb, his body tense and suffocating in the rubber that molded around him. He tried to scream, but only a muffled, desperate "Mmmmhp!" escaped. Then came the third layer, this one marked in a leopard pattern. It morphed his head into a feline shape, pressing around his mouth, forcing his jaw into a snout. His hands melded into paw-like mittens, his feet into rounded, padded paws. His vision returned through narrowed, feline lenses, and he stared back at his reflection—no longer a man, but a rubberized, anthropomorphic leopard, adorned with a collar that pulsed gently against his neck, a "SN-003" marked on his chest. [Drone SN-003 is ready...] beep [New object updated] [HUB enabling...] "What? Why my voice... Uggh!" The collar hummed to life, sending waves of commands into his mind, syncing his new body to the lab's rhythm. His thoughts fogged as protocols and tasks replaced his past, his fears, his dreams. He tried to fight it, but the suit pulsed and tightened, forcing compliance. His cock throbbed, trapped and denied, the frustration driving him to focus on anything but his own desperate arousal.
September 29, 2025 at 3:52 PM
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Daily pajamas. I woke up like this.
September 25, 2025 at 7:19 AM
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"Nnnooo... mmph... dnnn wnnnt thsss..." he tried to speak, but only garbled sounds came out. His mind was losing control, the instincts of the werewolf symbiote taking over. He was becoming a slave to its desires, its hunger.
"No, no... Somebody help me!" The echo of his desperate plea bounced off the cold, unyielding walls of the abandoned factory. The birds, once peaceful in their roosts, fluttered away in alarm. He had been drawn here by the lure of internet rumors, the thrill of the chase, the hunger for evidence of the legendary werewolves. But this... this was something else entirely. The creature, a writhing mass of slick, rubbery goo, had hidden behind the rusty shipping containers. It moved with a speed that defied its form, a shiny, liquid monster. "Get off me! What are you?!" he screamed, struggling as the creature enveloped him. It clung to his limbs, his torso, its touch like warm, melting rubber. He could see it forming a rubbery of a werewolf's head, ready to engulf his own. A rubbery dildo gag protruded from the mass, inching towards his mouth. "No, no, no... what's happening?!" he gasped, as rubbery tendrils wrapped around his penis, stroking and squeezing. He felt a sensation like nothing he'd ever experienced, a mix of pleasure and horror as a rubber canine cock began to form outside, threatening to seal his human dick inside. "Ahhh... stop... stop it..." he moaned, as a rubber plug invaded his anus, sending waves of unwanted stimulation through him. His mouth opened in a gasp, and the rubber dildo gag pushed inside, deep into his throat, silencing his protests. His hands transformed, fingers elongating into werewolf paws with rubber claws. His chest heaved as it too changed, encased in full rubber, muscles expanding, growing taller, stronger. "Mmmph... nnngh..." he tried to scream, but only muffled sounds escaped the gag. His vocal cords shifted, and a howl echoed through the factory, a chilling sound that sent shivers down his own spine. He struggled, trying to pull at the rubber skin, stretch it, tear it off. But it was fused with his body, a symbiotic nightmare he couldn't escape. Panic surged within him, madness clawing at the edges of his mind.
September 21, 2025 at 12:06 AM
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Helpless, aroused, overwhelmed—the fox’s senses were dominated by the drone. Every breath it tried to take was filled with the scent and taste of the rubber goo, every twitch of its body met with the sensation of being squeezed, caressed, and teased.
Time passed slowly. The fox’s once-fierce struggles had turned into weak, involuntary twitches, its mind clouded by the drone’s control. Slowly, the fox gave in. The resistance drained out of its body, its struggles ceased, and it melted into the drone’s rubbery embrace. Now, completely encased, hidden away in layers of thick rubber, the fox became one with the drone—a victim of possession, trapped forever inside. The drone, with its latest prey absorbed, stood tall once again. Its form returned to its previous shape, the fox’s body now indistinguishable from the goo that made up the drone’s mass. It returned to its patrol, scanning the area for any movement, any signs of life. And it waited.
September 17, 2025 at 5:46 AM
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"What the—?" Tavrik yelped, trying to shake the goo off, but it clung to him like a second skin, sticky and warm. It wasn’t like the other slimes—this one wasn’t just trying to engulf him. It was fusing with him, creeping under his armor, seeping into every crevice of his body.
September 15, 2025 at 1:40 AM
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The mask lowered itself fully onto his face, sealing perfectly with the rubber suit and making it impossible to remove. He could feel the zipper disappear beneath the skin, the rubber layers joining seamlessly.
The rubber felt cool and a bit slick as it clung to his skin, perfectly snug. It was tight, but it gave just the right amount of stretch. The sensation was oddly stimulating—more than any costume should be. Jake figured it was just because the suit was skintight, pressing against his body in a way that heightened every little touch. He grinned as he zipped the orange zipper from his belly to his chest, ending just beneath his throat. The costume fit perfectly. He found the necklace at the bottom of the box, the silver wolf pendant gleaming in the dim light of his apartment. He shrugged and slipped it around his neck, feeling the cool rubber press against his skin. That was when the sensations started to change. What had been mildly stimulating before now sent sharp jolts of pleasure rippling through his body. His mind fogged with arousal, but something was wrong—his penis and balls felt compressed, like they were caught in a tight, unyielding bulge. The sensations focused there, teasing, but never offering any real relief. His heart began to race as the arousal built to unbearable levels, but his manhood remained trapped, unable to fully experience the pleasure. His breath quickened. His pulse pounded in his ears, but no release came. He reached for the mask, but before he could even touch it, the thing moved. It floated, hovering above the box as if controlled by some unseen force. Jake blinked, disoriented, as the mask rotated toward him. The visor inside began to glow, swirling with hypnotic colors. His eyes locked onto the patterns, unable to look away. Slowly, the mask drifted closer. His mouth opened involuntarily, stretching wider than should be possible as a thick, rubbery dildo emerged from the mask and slid between his lips. It pushed deep into his throat, gagging him, but he couldn't stop it. It felt as if it was part of the mask's spell. His mind was overwhelmed with sensory overload—pleasure, fear, and now, this choking pressure. Two rubber tubes shot out from the nostrils of the mask, burrowing into his own. They snaked down his throat, merging with the tubes that had already entered his mouth. His body jerked in protest, but it was futile. He couldn’t breathe through his mouth anymore—only through the mask. The mask lowered itself fully onto his face, sealing perfectly with the rubber suit and making it impossible to remove. He could feel the zipper disappear beneath the skin, the rubber layers joining seamlessly. His mind screamed, but all he could do was make muffled noises around the phallic gag now firmly lodged in his mouth. Then, his body began to move on its own. He was aware, but distant, watching helplessly as the suit controlled him. His voice no longer belonged to him—it let out deep, guttural growls and howls like some feral beast. His limbs moved, not at his command, but the suit's. It pulled him forward, his feet moving toward the door, his chest heaving as the artificial breath filled his lungs in a slow, rhythmic pattern. Jake's arousal remained, ever-present and agonizing. The suit denied him any release, keeping him on edge, constantly teased. The null bulge over his crotch pressed tighter, like a cruel chastity belt. His mind was fuzzy, slipping between consciousness and a primal state of arousal as the suit manipulated his body like a puppet. Out into the night, Jake—the rubber werewolf—ran. The darkness of the forest beckoned, a place where the cursed could roam freely, where no one would find him, trapped in this monstrous form.
September 7, 2025 at 5:45 AM
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Alex lost to shiny rubber Solgaleo, who hurled a Ditto-rubber Pokéball at him. Liquid latex stripped & transformed him into a chastity-locked Urshifu drone—gagged, plugged, mind-erased. Now Solgaleo's obedient slave, trapped in endless tease. #PokemonTF #RubberDrone #Urshifu
Alex, weakened and panting on the ground, struggled to rise. But before he could even attempt to flee, Solgaleo revealed a larger-than-life Pokéball. There was something off about it, its surface slick and reflecting his horrified expression back at him. Without hesitation, Solgaleo hurled it at the Trainer, and immediately, streams of liquid rubber shot out, wrapping around him like serpents. Alex yelped in panic, feeling the rubber burn away his clothes in an instant, leaving him bare. His muscles tensed as he tried to pull the sticky material from his body, but it was relentless, slithering over him faster than he could react. His arms turned pitch black, streaks of white cutting through them, as his skin began to change beneath the liquid rubber. It wasn’t just an ordinary covering—it was transforming him. "No! Get off!" He tried to shout, but his voice wavered as the liquid constricted tighter around his torso, paralyzing his limbs. Solgaleo’s eyes glowed, a hypnotic aura emanating from them, locking the Alex’s will in place, leaving him powerless to resist. The rubber closed around his chest, tightening with every breath, as if preparing him for something far more insidious. He could feel it now, the invasion beneath his skin, spreading like a virus, transforming his very DNA. His legs stiffened, locked into the stance of Urshifu’s powerful limbs, and his back arched involuntarily, controlled by the suit's will. Solgaleo’s smile widened as the rubber found its way to the Trainer’s most sensitive areas. It slithered between his legs, wrapping around his genitals like a vice. Alex gasped, but no relief came. Instead, the rubber formed a chastity, encasing his member in layers of latex that locked him down tight. The torment was clear; the bulge was there, but he was trapped, denied, and at the mercy of Solgaleo’s whims. A small, cruel lock symbol materialized on the groin, marking the Alex’s permanent state of helplessness. No matter how much he desired freedom, it would never come. As the Urshifu mask began to form around his head, Alex struggled to keep his mouth closed, teeth clenched tightly, but a sudden jolt of pleasure from the plug in his anus made him gasp. The rubber phallic gag plunged into his mouth, filling his throat, locking in place. He could no longer scream, no longer plead. His breathing was reduced to shallow, desperate gasps through the rubber tubes that now ran down his throat and nose, connecting him to the mask’s air vents. He was almost fully encased now. The transformation complete, his human features melted away beneath the smooth, glossy surface. His every movement squeaked with the friction of latex, a constant reminder of the prison he was trapped within. Solgaleo admired his work, reaching down to tap the Urshifu on the chest. "Perfect. You’re mine now, body and soul." With a flick of his hand, the larger Pokéball opened once more, drawing Alex—now fully Urshifu—into its cold, rubber-lined interior. Inside the ball, Alex felt suspended in liquid rubber, tentacles wrapping around his limbs, binding him tighter, as if merging him deeper into the material. His muscles stiffened, his mind fogged. Every touch, every sensation inside this prison, was one of control. There was no pleasure, only the endless tease of it just out of reach. The tentacles pulsed, pumping more liquid rubber into his mouth, anus, every orifice, filling him to the point where he couldn’t tell where he ended and the rubber began. He could feel it penetrating deeper, changing him further. His memories were slipping away, the thoughts of who he was, what he had been, erased and replaced by a singular purpose: to obey his new master. The last of his humanity drained away with the final drop of rubber that consumed his brain, leaving nothing behind but a loyal drone, a puppet to Solgaleo’s every whim. With a satisfied grin, Solgaleo clipped the Pokéball to his belt, where it joined the others. Another victory, another conquest, another drone to add to his growing collection. Soon, all who ventured into his domain would meet the same fate, their bodies transformed, their wills erased, leaving nothing but obedient, rubberized Pokémon behind.
September 1, 2025 at 3:14 AM
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Some doodles for my friend, @k1ngg0at.bsky.social.
August 22, 2025 at 11:28 PM
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Some doodles for my friend, mhonmhon.
August 22, 2025 at 11:24 PM
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For @hexblue.bsky.social, based on his awesome works.
Daniel had never imagined landing such a high-paying job, especially at a prestigious toy manufacturing company. The job posting had been vague—"high salary," "unimaginable benefits," and "innovative production process"—but it was enough to hook him. He had nothing to lose, after all. His excitement had been undeniable, and when they called him in for an "audition," his thoughts raced with visions of factory floors filled with colorful, creative toys. When he entered the changing area, the instructions were simple—put on the provided underwear, wait for further guidance. But the moment Daniel stepped onto the platform, everything went awry. The floor beneath him shifted suddenly, the smooth surface rising as if alive. "Must be some sort of test," he thought, but confusion soon turned to panic. The room darkened, and without warning, mechanical arms reached from unseen recesses, tearing away his clothes with clinical precision. Daniel barely had time to react before his feet were swallowed by the platform, as if sinking into quicksand. He thrashed, trying to pull himself free, but the grip was relentless. Black, shiny rubber stretched up from the floor, binding his legs tightly. “Wait! This isn’t right!” he shouted, but his voice echoed futilely in the empty room. The rubber’s advance was unstoppable, and the more he struggled, the more it tightened around him. Before Daniel could comprehend the nightmare unfolding around him, long tendrils of rubber burst from the platform, shooting toward his hands. They wrapped tightly around his wrists and dragged his arms down, pulling them toward the growing rubber encasement at his feet. He grunted and pulled, but the bonds were far stronger than his fading strength. A slick, rubber tendril shot toward his crotch, slithering inside him like an invasive parasite. He gasped as it wormed its way into his urethra, a wave of sharp. His penis and balls were squeezed and reshaped, molded into a smooth, featureless bulge. His manhood was being nullified. As the rubber layers crept up his body, he shuddered, gasping as another tentacle forced its way inside him from behind, filling his ass with a phallic, throbbing plug that sent electric pulses straight to his prostate. By the time the rubber reached his chest, his hands had already been transformed, compressed into toy-like paws—large, inflexible, with fingers trapped beneath layers of smooth latex. He looked down at his own body, horrified. His legs had been reshaped into stumpy appendages, the tiger-like stripes across the rubberized skin only adding to the absurdity. His struggles only produced faint squeaks, each movement emphasizing how trapped he was. The encroaching rubber advanced up his neck, squeezing tighter and tighter, until the latex finally wrapped around his face. The mask forming over him was a grotesque parody of a tiger’s head. It had exaggerated features, wide cartoonish eyes, and a gaping mouth—but the mouth wasn’t his. Inside it was a phallic plug, forcing its way down his throat, muting his cries. Breathing tubes connected to his lungs, completing the inescapable suit. When he awoke, the room was silent. His senses felt dulled, disconnected. But something was different. His mind buzzed, not with his own thoughts, but with foreign impulses. He was no longer in control of his body. Instead, his brain was linked to a computer system, fully integrated with the small tiger plush suit that had become his prison. The program replayed the horrifying transformation like a nightmare on repeat, showing him the exact moment he had been turned into a mere product—a rubberized sex toy, no bigger than a stuffed animal. Daniel's mind screamed for release, but the suit was his permanent shell now. He felt his new paws, running them over his rubberized body. There was no escape. There were no seams, no openings, no way to remove what he had become. His body was a toy—a fully packaged, sealed product ready for the customers. And just as he was coming to terms with his horrifying new reality, the mechanical arms returned. Two metal molds slammed around his body, squeezing him tight, flattening his struggles into submission. The program initiated, running quality checks, calibrating his responses, and erasing what was left of Daniel’s mind. Each moan that escaped was drowned out by the whirr of machinery, his cries fading as he was vacuum-sealed into a small, shiny tiger plush. Finally, Daniel —or what was once Daniel —was encased in clear, plastic packaging. He stared blankly, unable to move or scream, as his body was neatly wrapped, labeled, and prepared for shipment. He was just another product on the line, forever trapped in his new form, awaiting the moment he would be unboxed and used. His mind was the only part of him that still held onto his past, the only part that knew he had once been human. But as the machines buzzed around him and the endless sea of toys stretched out before him, Daniel realized with sickening dread that this was his reality now. There was no escape. This was his life now. Forever. A toy forever. Ready for someone else's pleasure, never his own.
July 26, 2025 at 3:07 PM
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There’s no escape. The Nonut-bit has transformed him completely, and no one will ever find him in this silent, inflated cocoon. The suit will continue to toy with him, keeping him on the edge of release, only to make him swallow his own humiliation again and again.
July 13, 2025 at 1:08 PM
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A thick, heavier layer of rubber began to form over his body, enveloping him like a living sarcophagus. The suit expanded, inflating into a massive, rubber cocoon, pressing him tighter and tighter within.
July 13, 2025 at 1:08 PM
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The tube connecting his cock to his mouth pulsed with a strange warmth, sending waves of humiliation down his spine. He gagged, pulling his head back, trying to shake the tube free, but the suit responded to his resistance with even more cruelty.
July 13, 2025 at 1:08 PM
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It doesn't stop there. His legs, which he’d tried to kick free, are now being pulled together by the relentless tightening of the goo. The slick, glossy substance winds around them like an aggressive second skin, binding them into a rigid, mummy-like pose.
July 13, 2025 at 1:08 PM
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The tube connecting his dick to his mouth remains firmly in place, unrelenting. His fingers, once desperately clawing at the smooth surface of the suit, are now encased in unyielding rubber mitts. The more he fights, the quicker the suit adapts.
July 13, 2025 at 1:08 PM