“It’s crazy how this place eroded so quickly…” Marcel thought to himself bitterly as he slowly walked through the corridors of the school that he had spent so many years in. It looked a lot different from how it did on the day of his graduation- the last time he saw this building from the inside. Apparently there had been some issues with the funding and administration, so the owners just ended up abandoning the institution with the intention to demolish it and sell the land to the highest bidder. When Marcel heard about this, he knew he had to visit one last time, to pay his final tributes, in a way, to the school that raised him from a child to a man.


That wasn’t his only goal in mind, however. After hearing how fast everyone was to leave, he figured that some old equipment must have been left in there, abandoned for anyone to take. There were a few things that the young man wanted to take home as souvenirs from his childhood, but what he found particularly attractive were the old mascot suits. These suits were like no other in the world; some people found them bizarre, some even repulsing, but Marcel was always fond of the goofy dragon suits that roamed the school halls and entertained the crowds at school events.


What was most special about them, was their material: instead of the cheap, easily stained and sweat-soaked plush material that most other mascot suits were made of, the school opted to have them made out of latex, to make them more easily cleanable. The elasticity of the material also meant that one suit could be worn by any height, weight or gender, giving anyone the opportunity to try their hands at being a mascot. Despite that though, not many applied for the role; wearing a strange rubber suit for hours at a time wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, and many people actually found the designs to be a little bit lewd and perverted, given that the wearer had to be completely naked inside.


The rubber wasn’t skintight at every part of their body, as it had a layer of foam between to thin layers of rubber. Because of the awkward design however, it had to be a lot thinner at the crotch, making the outlines of the wearer’s bulge unfortunately obvious. This scared a lot of potential volunteers away from the mascot role, and the suit became a sort of meme and point of embarrassment for most students at the school.


Marcel, however, was one of those people who wanted to try them on- in fact, maybe more than anyone in the whole school! He got a strange sense of arousal and horniness every time he laid his eyes upon a sweaty, exhausted student trying to keep his composure in the scorching hot suit, and he couldn’t help but imagine how sweaty and stinky it was in there. The only thing keeping him from ever applying to the role was the fact that he knew he’d be having a boner all day in that suit.


He nervously opened the door to the storage area where the suits were kept, hoping that what he was looking for was still there in its original glory. The sweaty, balloon-ey smell inside the room did get a little bit of hope into the young man’s heart, sending him to open the lockers one by one in hopes of finding one of those treasured suits in one of them. The first few lockers were empty, some only contained the mask that came with it, but after the tenth or so locker, he finally opened the door to a beautiful, shiny suit hanging there, calling the excited explorer to wear it.


It was reddish-brown in color, with a yellow, segmented line going down the middle, resembling a dragon’s belly. The hands and feet had little black plastic claws at the end, and perhaps most notably, a massive, roughly two meter long tail came out of the butt, filling up the entire bottom half of the locker. It was so thick that it covered nearly half of the wearer’s back, and indeed, many students complained about it weighing them down after long periods of use. Marcel, though, found the tail design incredibly cool.


“Yes…” The young guy thought to himself, reaching out and grabbing the suit from the locker. He instantly felt his erection popping up in his pants; he’d never even touched a suit like this before, let alone worn. He knew that he should have taken it home as soon as possible, but because of his overbearing excitement, he just couldn’t keep himself from putting it on right then and there. He nervously closed the door behind his back, hoping that no other explorers would randomly bump into him while he was doing his thing in the suit, then started undressing.


His heart was beating so fast that the world started spinning around him while he took every piece of loose clothing off his body, throwing them in the corner. His senses were heightened, so the sweaty, rubbery scent of the suit hit him even stronger, sending pleasurable tingles down his body. He didn’t wait a moment after every bit of clothing had been removed, before beginning to try to climb into the suit.


“There are no zippers…” He noted after thoroughly examining the suit, so the only way to get in was going to be through the only opening: the neck. Wondering if he’d be able to fit in without accidentally ripping it apart, Marcel carefully stretched the old rubber with his hands until the hole was big enough for him to put one of his feet through. Then the other. He didn’t even realize how slippery and soggy and wet the suit was inside until he put his bare feet in. 


The decades-old, used up air mixed with the aroma of the disgusting sweat of the dozens of people who had worn it before him escaped from the stretched out hole, mixed in with the stink of the old, deteriorating rubber that would have made any normal-nosed person gag, but not Marcel. The sensory experience only made him enjoy the adventure even more as he carefully stuffed himself deeper, trying to align his legs for their respective leg holes of the suit at the bottom.


“Ugh…” Marcel winced as he felt a pool of liquid at the bottom of the suit’s feet, because he knew what it was, and the rancid stink of old sweat confirmed his suspicion. His penis got even harder and harder as he finally managed to push himself in completely, feeling as the salty liquid immersed his feet, before pushing his arms into the arm holes as well, finding a similar amount of collected sweat in the gloves as well.


The turned-on guy carefully stood up from the ground after he made sure that all of his body parts had been aligned to their proper places, then walked over to the closet where he found the mask. The old rubber creaked and squeaked with every little move, and stuck to him incredibly tightly, thanks to him being a little taller than what the suit was designed for. As he moved around and sniffed his hands and arms, he couldn’t help but notice how strange the suit smelled; the salty sweat had probably started dissolving some of the outer layers of the rubber, releasing a terrible, toxic chemical stench that made his head spin. He could feel the sweat chafing his skin, and as his body heat was reflected from the airtight latex and the layer of heat-resistant foam, he soon started sweating as well, mixing his fluids with the one already stuck inside.


There were a few rubber tubes coming up to his face through the neckhole that seemed to collect to the heavy tail. Marcel wondered what the purpose of these tubes could have been; he heard that towards the end of these suits’ lives, they were equipped with water tanks that the exhausted and overheated suiters could drink from to avoid a heat stroke- so probably that, he thought. He put one of the tubes into his mouth to try, but couldn’t suck up anything; on the contrary, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of a rancid, rotting taste in his mouth after spitting it out, making him gag slightly.


He took the mask out of the locker and looked at it in awe: The elaborate dragon mask was made out of hard plastic rubber, with a long mohawk hairstyle and perhaps most notably, two long strings of mustache hanging from its muzzle, giving it the iconic eastern dragon look. It honestly looked a little goofy- as all school mascots did- but Marcel couldn’t help but find him quite attractive, especially the way its skin reflected the dim light coming in through the window. He held the slightly smelly mask close to his face and planted a kiss on its nose, before holding it above his head and trying to pull it down.


The mask was more elaborate than he thought, at first, not really attaching to his head and feeling all slumpy and awkward. That’s when Marcel realized that the tubes actually connected to the mask, which had three holes right next to the neck that perfectly aligned with the three rubber tubes coming out of the suit. He carefully threaded the flexible tubes into their proper places in the mask, then after making sure that everything was in their place, pulled it down again. This time, a quiet click could be heard, and the mask snapped in place perfectly, creating an airtight seal between it and the neck of the suit.


The dragon mask was pretty tight and stuffy inside, and way too small to take a breath. It took Marcel a few seconds to find the two nose tubes inside of the mask and align his head to them, letting the two, fairly thick rubber tubes slip into his nostrils and finally taking a breath. He instantly pulled his nose away as soon as he felt how stinky the air was coming from these hellish tubes, reminding him of skunk spray that he once had the misfortune to smell, and wished to never experience it ever again.


“I’ll clean this thing out once I’m home…” He thought to himself, trying to take off the mask, but it was stuck on his head. No matter how hard he pulled on it, it just couldn’t budge, and since air was running low again inside of the tight mask, he had to insert the tubes into his nose again, taking deep, thirsty breaths from the stinky air vents.


“Well, that’s less than ideal…” Marcel thought, slowly starting to get used to the skunky smell. He could have tried some other ways to take off the mascot’s head, but being stuck inside actually got him just a little more turned on- almost subconsciously, he reached for his penis at the bottom and started to rub it.


There was also something pushing on his mouth all this time, which he assumed was just some kind of guard to help keep the mask stable, but upon opening his mouth to feel around it, he realized that it was a kind of plug with a hole in the end to supply water. The mouthpiece slipped inside of his mouth, securing itself sternly like a scuba regulator. Marcel couldn’t even think about spitting it out, it was already fixed in by some sort of a spring system, but it wasn’t too uncomfortable other than a little rough on his jaw. It also restricted his head movements even more, making it so he couldn’t even pull his nose away from the tubes anymore, getting completely stuck and exposed to whatever the suit had to offer from those two airways.


“Let’s try to have a little fun…” He mumbled to himself through the intrusive mouth gag, trying to grab onto his cock and starting to stroke it. The rubber, though old, was still quite flexible and took up his shape quite well, and allowed him to almost completely wrap his hands around it while he slowly jerked it beneath the soft material. His plastic claws did get in his way a little bit, but they only contributed to the immersion of being a real dragon, albeit a squeaky and rubbery one.


Marcel would’ve been lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy being inside of the stuffy, sweaty suit. He imagined all the times he enviously stared at the suiters at school as they stumbled around in the clumsy costume, and all the nights he spent jerking off to pictures of the mascots posted on the school’s website. He didn’t have to hide his boner now; he jerked furiously against the tight rubber, shivers running down his spine with every creak and squeak he heard, and every breath of old, decomposing rubber offgassing he sniffed through the nose tubes.


He was approaching an orgasm quickly. His plan was just a quick jackoff before rushing home and cleaning out the suit to return it to its former glory, and he was right on track for that. His thick precum made the crotch of the suit even more slippery, making it feel like his cock was gliding in slime, the outlines of his head and foreskin popping out clearly from beneath the thin, flexible latex. He was so close. He was prepared to burst. And of course, given his luck, that’s when disaster had to strike.


The suit started to vibrate violently- which in hindsight, felt quite great, but at the time, it startled the unsuspecting man. He let go of his cock and looked all over himself to see what could have been causing the strange sensation, and saw that the tail piece was doing a strange, pulsating kind of motion, as if it was pumping something.


His assumption was right. Suddenly he felt something filling his mouth coming from the mouthpiece. With no way to spit it out or free his mouth from the intrusive gag, Marcel couldn’t help but let his cheeks fill up with the unknown, pasty substance before finally having to swallow. It didn’t particularly taste like anything, but it left a strange aftertaste in his mouth, something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on yet.


Panicked, he desperately tugged on the tubes and tried to force the mask off his head, as more and more paste was shoved into his mouth. He tried not to swallow, but had no other choice; otherwise, all that gunk would have ended up in his airways, suffocating him with no one around to help the troubled suit lover. Everything was secured super well, like a sort of prison suit that force-fed its occupant, getting so much slime down the poor man’s throat that he soon began to feel nauseous. It felt like a big, heavy stone had collected in his belly, his throat was expanded painfully from the pressure and the amount of paste he had to swallow, and his mouth was constantly tingling with the disgusting, sour aftertaste that he still couldn’t quite figure out what it reminded him of.


“Gh… Hhh…” He panted, trying to maintain his balance as he stumbled to the lockers and grabbed onto one of them tightly. He felt absolutely sick to his stomach, which was made even worse by the smell that started coming in through his faulty nose tubes. It smelled like poop.


Marcel’s throat tightened at the thought; back in the day, he heard stories about certain “long term usage” features of the suits, where the wearer would be fed their own, distilled and cleaned waste to allow them to stay in the suit for longer periods of time without eating. The young student always thought that those were merely some dumb urban legends going around the school, but being fed the fermented, lousily cleaned poop of the suit’s former wearers suddenly didn’t sound so implausible. God knows what could have been stored in that large, mushy tail! The whole world was spinning around him and he knew that whatever was just pumped into him, had to come out. Quickly.


With a loud, deep gurgle, his stomach signaled that it wouldn’t hold out for long; there was no time to try to find a toilet, and the suit was stuck anyway. Marcel desperately danced around for a while before his muscles finally gave up, and with a loud, wet fart, he let his bowels loose. The liquid shit splattered violently onto the inside of the soft rubber suit, making loud tapping and pouring noises as it collected inside. The nose tubes seemed to be somewhat broken as some of the smell did manage to escape up into them and as a result, into his nose as well. He wanted to throw up from the rancid stink of his own diarrhea, but was stopped by the massive gag that didn’t allow anything in or out of his mouth, unless it went through the feeding tube.


He looked down to see that the diarrhea was dripping down and collecting into the tail, which started swelling up again as it was being filled. His suspicion had been confirmed: the waste really was collected and pumped out into the wearer’s mouth, providing him with a… less than ideal meal. When his bowels had finished releasing the last bits of creamy poop and his cock stopped leaking piss as well, the suit began to vibrate once again, as the cleaning mechanism swung into use. Some slight motion could be seen inside of the tail, as the strange machine inside twisted and turned the poop, doing whatever it had to do to make it safe for consumption again.


Marcel felt sick to his stomach looking at it. There was only one goal now: getting out of that suit as soon as possible, definitely before the next round of feeding came. His stomach was hurting more than ever from the sudden inflation and deflation, keeping him constantly on the verge of throwing up, which he still couldn’t do because of his plugged mouth. His penis had gone completely flaccid too, given that the poor guy had completely lost his horniness in the traumatic event. He was sweating now more than ever, but not even that could restore his sex drive; he didn’t want to jerk off into the shit and piss stained suit. He wanted out.


“Hmmmph mmmmh!” He screamed out into the gag, trying to call for help from anyone as he stumbled out of the mascot room, humiliated and embarrassed, but ultimately too desperate to get out to care about his dignity. The spilled-over shit and piss sloshed around in his leg chambers as he clumsily stumbled around the hallways, trying to find anyone to help him. His moans were mostly drowned out by the loud vibrating of his suit, making him sound more like a malfunctioning robot than a person asking for help.


It was so difficult to see out through the tiny pinholes on the mask’s eyes, that he became completely disoriented. Even though normally, he would have found his way out of the building easily, it all looked like a dark, confusing maze now. To make matters worse, the sun was also starting to set, and the lights didn’t work in the abandoned school; if he didn’t find the exit by sunset, he would have to stay the night.


Suddenly, he felt his nose holes plug shut. He couldn’t take a breath, which startled him quite a bit, because they were the only source of air in this mask that was stuck to his head. If he couldn’t get them free, he would suffocate! He desperately clawed on the connection in his neck to take the mask off, but he didn’t have to worry about the tubes being plugged for long; without a single warning, a shot of warm, mysterious liquid was shot up his nostrils, making him cough and gag before finally managing to swallow it after it had trickled down his airways.


Marcel felt lightheaded and weak even after the tubes were opened up again, allowing him to breathe. The world seemed to slip away for a while before returning with a gentle, tingling feeling. He couldn’t quite explain what it was, but he did notice one thing: after recovering, the suit felt a lot more natural to wear. Beforehand, the liquid filled, stuffy suit felt super awkward to move and navigate around in, but it began to feel more and more like an actual part of his body, and starting to feel less and less uncomfortable.


Gaining a new sense of strength from the adrenaline rush, the determined explorer headed for the exit again. The school seemed a lot less confusing now, and memories of the map in his head started flashing back. He stumbled a bit, almost falling over on a few pieces of trash left on the ground, but the exit was nearing. It was right at the end of the hallway! He sped up again, knowing that help would surely come from the outside world… But that’s when luck turned away from him once again.


The suit began to vibrate harder. It felt and sounded like it was starting to malfunction, sending Marcel into a panic. The vibration made his cock twitch up, sending tingles all over his body. He looked back at the tail with horror: it was starting to pump! Desperate, he tried to cover the feeding tube’s hole with his tongue, but he couldn’t hope to withstand the pressure. The paste pushed itself into his mouth once again with its bitter, disgusting taste and chunky texture. It was no longer a secret what it was: Marcel was being fed his own excrement that he just shat out of his own guts mere minutes ago… And there was no way those old filters could properly clean and process his poop in such a short amount of time. His nose tubes let in an unbearable, lingering poopy smell, making his stomach turn as he was being stuffed like a turkey.


Marcel lost his sense of direction and leaned against a wall, his vision of the world getting blurry like his head was held underwater. The exit was so near, yet it seemed so far; he tried to take a few steps towards it, but that only made him fall to the ground. He threw a little bit of the feeding paste up into his mouth from hitting his stomach, before it was pumped right back down into his belly. It went on until the tail container had completely emptied, having stuffed all of its contents into the turning stomach of its captive victim.


Breathing felt difficult. Marcel’s lungs were squished by his inflated stomach, and he knew that whatever just came in, had to go out very soon. It was like he could already feel the paste traveling down his guts to his hole, only to be recycled into this devilish cycle. He had no more energy to get up, he couldn’t even crawl or pull himself anymore. His vision darkened, his head pounded and a high pitched noise filled his ears. The sweaty, exhausted guy let out one final moan before his rubber-encased head fell to the ground as he lost consciousness, leaving his bowels to release again, pushing their rancid, liquid contents back into the processing unit of the suit to be made into the next meal.


Marcel laid silently on the floor, knocked out and unconscious, his body overheated and drenched in sweat. He probably would have stayed there forever, if it wasn’t for the safety tracking system starting to send emergency signals. In a few minutes, a mysterious stranger arrived to find the collapsed victim of the suit on the floor.