Xedryk The Dragon

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Weeks later, Raymond found himself patrolling the laboratory, unable to deviate from the machine’s orders. But one day, a glitch in the system caused him to stumble into a corner of the lab where the signal was weak. For the first time, his thoughts were his own.

Raymond: (Mechanical tone softening.) "I… I can move on my own!"

Desperation fueled his actions as he clawed at the rubber encasing him. He pulled, stretched, and pressed against the suit, but it refused to budge.

"I... must... resist... must... take... this... off..."

His panic grew as he realized the truth—the suit wasn’t just an outfit. It had merged with his body, permanently altering him.

"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.