(If you didn't read the first part, then you may not understand what all is going on here.)

WARNING: THIS PRODUCT SHOULD NEVER BE USED ALONE. THIS PRODUCT CAN, AND WILL COMPLETELY IMMOBILIZE THE USER, RENDERING THEM UNABLE TO SEEK HELP OR MEDICAL ATTENTION. DO NOT USE IN CONJUNCTION WITH OTHER RESTRAINT DEVICES. 

Damn it. After nearly ten minutes of struggling, it sunk onto him - He didn't even bother to look for instructions. He didn't even look at the packing slip, he didn't read the whole information detail listed on the website, and he didn't even think to question as to why he paid more than double the cost of regular latex sheets. Was there a time limit? Was it magic? Machine? Some sort of verbal command, or safe word? Damn it. He wasn't only kicking himself, but his enveloped balls were kicking him too - Aching for freedom, aching for release! Even trying to slide side to side, it didn't do anything - It felt perfectly like the sheets had sealed together, forming a perfect, black rubbery outline of a really large, and horny dire wolf - In more ways then one. Not only that, but there was a good possibility that the sheets may have sealed against his bed too - So even if someone could free him, he'd have to buy a new bed! Not the time to think about that though - It had been about another ten minutes after struggling that his mind began to work, and think. The warmth had disappeared, at what seemed the exact time the latex was done molding - Did he leave an extraordinarily hot vent on, or something? He heard some buzzing, and a muffled ring tone - His phone was going off again! It seemed someone loved him, but who. Obviously, it went to voice-mail, and he couldn't hear who it was, but someone had called him twice in the last hour - Gads! He hoped they would show up! He was positive he left the door open, for expected, or unexpected visitors, and hell, he may get some fun out of it in the end. 

That wasn't the only vibration going on though, the phone was more powerful, but didn't last long, the toys strapped to his penis however, did. The setting didn't matter on them, the way the set of bindings worked, were to perfectly disappated the feeling of orgasm - There was at least another hour, if not two, or even three left on the charge! Time seemed like such a factor now, even though he never did check the time, and had no idea of how long he had been playing with himself - Either on his bed, or in this unexpected-vac-bed Groaning into his mask every few minutes, and desperately trying to hump his way out of the sheets, twist his shoulders, or anything - Any movement would be an improvement, but nothing, no where. Not an inch, not a centimeter. The overwhelming latex smell was stifling, the tight bondage was something he always aimed for, and with only one sense working, he wouldn't be able to get his captain to stand down if he even tried to think about clowns, or mundane art projects, or whatever! 

Something did derail his train of thought - His balls seemed significantly more warm, but it didn't stop there, it creeped up his shaft, and enveloped his entire trapped cock. It didn't burn, but with the strength of the latex squeezing down, and the increasing warmth, it really held his attention; making him want more. Unbeknownst to him, there was someone at the door. They had been knocking for a moment now, and called again, they could hear the phone - So whomever stayed and knocked. While still busy with his throbbing shaft, struggling in the vac-bed-like-sheeting, and trying not to think about orgasms - They entered.

What a sight to see! Sure, they've been there before, and Dire fucked their brains out, but this...This wasn't what they were expecting. "D-Dire? Dire? Is that you?" the poor dire wolf couldn't hear them, and certainly did not give off the appear of awareness. The female moved in, it was a huge shock, but even shouting didn't seem to get the mystery-canines' attention. Sure, the head struggled, bobbed, and shook back and forth, but it wasn't acknowledging the voice. "Hey Dire! You in there?" she was practically next to his head, he jumped- or, well, ceased all struggling. The woman nodded to herself - It was him, or, someone else that was really scared. "You ignore my phone calls, don't answer the door, and leave yourself tied to your bed, with your cock standing straight up!" she gave a short, but meaningless laugh. He could barely hear her shouting, but could feel her hands moving up and down his body. "You dirty bastard, I've seen the porn on your computer, but I didn't think you were "into it" into it." Those hands went lower...and lower...and lower, mmph! She gripped the base of his cock, and grinned - Feeling the vibration, the tightness of the latex, and looking his whole body over - Even from a distance, with his whole body pressed down, the cock stood triumphantly out, and proud. Slowly sliding her hand up and down, "I think you left yourself like this for me, you probably saw the first phone call, and went right to work." she looked around, not finding any other sign of bondage; keys, collars, instructions, or any sort of note left. 

Not bothering with the sultry strip, she slipped everything right off, and hopped up onto the bed - Butt naked, and rawrin' to go. She spotted his lube, and grinned once more, "You even have a huge dong up your ass too! Or a plug? You are so dirty~" she moaned to him, and grabbed the bottle. He was quite large, the wolf stood significantly taller than everybody else, and had a dick to match. Beginning to rub herself, squirting some lube into her finger tips, and rubbing that on in too - She had to get herself hot and loose to even think about taking him. One hand was stroking up and down the shaft, not like she needed to keep him hard - Seemed to be doing a good job of that on his own, but she wanted him to know she was getting ready to rumble. She positioned herself over him, watching his head twist and shake, with his nose flaring wildly and muffled, muted grunts and mmphs of detest. Pressing her netherlips against his latex-sheathed meat, and slowly letting her labia envelop the hard shaft of latex. It took a few moments to get herself down, but once the crown of the wolf-penis had spread inside her, the rest seemed a little easier. She slid down slowly, moaning out already from the sheer girth of it, and looking down on the struggling, rubber-encased canine head. "Fuck, I love you." she growled as she bumped into his knot. She couldn't handle the knot, and couldn't slip down past it, but there was plenty of penis above it, more than enough for her. Poor'ol Dire humped helplessly, giving little more then a gentle budge upwards to show he was alive. She could feel it, but attributed it to him being into it - His desperate, muted pleas for help were interpreted as signs of pleasure, and wanting of more - She delivered. Once her love tunnel fit his cock appropriately, she really began to ride him hard, and fast. She preferred being fucked, but a good, usable, and willing cock was all she needed. The vibration helped a ton too, leaving little bumps for her clit to nudge again, and the constant buzz of two little eggs inside and on her love button - Adding to the sheer size, it couldn't have gotten more perfect for her. 

It had been over an hour since he was trapped in this vac-bed-like-device, and just reaching an hour that the female companion had been abusing that meat like there was no tomorrow. She exploded with one last climax, feeling totally drained now, and collapsing on that ridged, latex-coated chest. She panted at him, moaning into his muffled ears for a long while now, and having had several orgasms in a relatively short period of time - The exhausted dire wolf, has had none. He had given up on struggling, and enjoyed the pleasure, whimpered through the feeling of climax, but ultimately, the denial of said climax. It became torture after the first attempt at cumming, those straps, and that latex sheeting were perfectly placed - Allowing him to feel all the pleasure, and *almost* to climax, but inevitably denied the feeling of release, keeping all the seed trapped into that aching sac. The girl placed his phone down, back where it was before, but the memory card was...much more filled up now. They may not be the best-taken pictures, but in the throes of orgasm, it didn't seem to matter - He could look back on it, and masturbate for sure. 

Something odd that stood out - Aside from the inexplicably bound dire wolf, was that there was no gathering, or splatter of fluids. The sheet had absorbed it all, despite not being known for absorbency. Slowly sitting up, the female looked around, and mumbled something, thanking him for a great fuck - In some lazy, brains-just-fucked-out sort of way. She slipped off his ever-ridged cock, and stepped off the bed. He felt the bed bounce stiffly, returning him to the regularly trapped state, and was now left in the dark, literally and figuratively. Tossing his head some more, he whimpered and sniffed out, trying to find the scent of well-humped female - she was still with him. The female moved back, leaving him with quite a present - Laying it over his snout, making it somewhat-stuck, but if his head was tossed hard enough, they'd fling to the side - Her soaked panties! It was a gesture that only animals with strong sense of smell could understand - He had already recognized who it was a while ago, but now with her physical panties blocking his nose, engulfing his only sense in utter heaven-on-cotton...He was still trapped. Not only that, but she didn't even try to free him! Perhaps she was too tired, or gave up on looking on how to release it, but she was gone. Only a painfully hard dick, and panties to show for his helpless encounter. 

Being left alone, with the mind going insane, left a lot of time to think about things. He was still trapped, but he liked it, a lot. It wasn't the best way to find out he loved such denial, such bondage, and such helplessness to this extent...But he did. Not only that, but the sheets had absorbed fluids, both inside, and outside. There was no sign of pre, no sign of sweat, or tears, and no sign of any cum. No clean up necessary, and no sign of use, it couldn't have been more perfect, except, actually being able to release himself. Over and over, he ran the scenario through his head; wanting to kick himself, wanting to jerk himself, and just in a huge mix of emotions on this. Would he complain, or thank the company?

The batteries on the eggs died, and soon after, he fell asleep. Over three hours of struggling, groaning, panting, moaning, straining, and trying desperately to cum, he was tired. Even if the bedsheets were squishing him into complete immobility, they were still bedsheets. He remained like this for hours, the bed sheets remained unforgiving, and unmoving, unwavering in their impossible strength. It helped him sleep, at least, like a mothers' tight embrace - He slept easy, well, and deep, for a good seven hours. He awoke to some stirring, in his most private areas, groaning and twisting - Twisting! He could twist! 

The once-helpless dire wolfs' eyes shot open, to utter blackness, but nonetheless, he turned over halfway, and slipped out of bed - The top sheet had released him, turning back into bed sheets! He had never been so reliev- wait a minute. He stood there, something was off. Dipping his hands around his hips, he was...wearing underwear? He was pretty sure he went in naked, but now had briefs on - Not just any briefs, but rubber ones. That couldn't be good. He didn't panic, yet, but went over to his drawer, pulling out his key ring and slipping the magnet over the lock to release his head. He made sure the pump was in to deflate the gag this time, and finally released his jaws too, he pulled off that hood with a minor bit of fury. It was still night time, and the lights were out, so he adjusted easily, and quickly, but instantly went to turn them on. He took the brief pain to gaze over his hips. They fit his form perfectly, except, it kept everything on him trapped. He saw that the sheet was still a sheet, but it transformed some sort of underwear onto him. His cock was still ridged, and the latex encased it, sticking straight out from his body with no shame, but it wasn't just that, the dildo he was previous using, was now not only jammed up into him - It was held in by the briefs as well. He couldn't get his fingers under the hem, they were perfectly flush against his fur, and couldn't get any sort of grip to try slipping them off. Resisting gripping his cock to try one more climax, and dropped down to the box, luckily it hadn't been moved. The pants were gone, but the shirt was still there, he ripped that out of the box, and found what he was looking for! It was so hard to read with his cock standing straight out, wanting to be humped, wanting to be abused, and cum. He rifled through the book, seeing that it had pictures, and went straight for the pants section. 

"Pants are adjustable in length, thickness, accessibility, tightness, and have adjustable time limits, different degrees of punishment, vibration, and multiple other uses. Powered by heat, sweat, and semen." Dire read out loud, it sounded very odd - These were pants after all! But it gave detailed instructions on how to use them, though...no way to remove them. He didn't care that much about not being able to remove them, but more about releasing his poor, abused cock. His worry should've been placed elsewhere, but all he could worry about, was releasing his cock from the bindings. He flipped through all the pant pages, not questioning much, but finding the first step to something he could use. He used a claw tip to drag a vague symbol unto the latex, not leaving any marks, but the briefs heated up, and changed immediately. It was the 'open access' form, leaving regular rubber-briefs around his buttocks, thighs, and hips, but released his cock, sheath, and balls from latex encasement. Heaving a loud, heavy sigh, he went to work releasing his throbbing meat, and tossed the straps, buckles onto the devil-bed and stroking his poor shaft. "Ahhmmm...yesss..." he was so sensitive, so desperate. Dragging his claw onto the briefs again, they heated up, and changed again - Not what he expected, but it worked. The latex encased his cock once again, hardening it straight-out once again, but now there was back-door access. He grumbled about his cock, reaching back, and slowly slipping the canine-dildo out of his ass. It didn't receive much attention after it knotted in his butt, but it sure did it's job, of keeping his backdoor well occupied. "Now why can't I take them off..." he mumbled to himself, drawing the first symbol again; exposing his cock, and covering his ass - Not just that, but his ass was suddenly filled again! It was the same girth as the dildo before, causing him to jump up, but settle back down after rubbing his buttcheek. "Can't win with this damn thing." he grunted, and continued to flip through the pages. The pictures kept his dick quite hard by itself, they were taken using well-endowed models. Taking the book over to his computer, and plopping down, taking a towel to wipe his forehead, and turning his monitor back on. Stroking himself while carefully perusing the companies website; there were no phone numbers, no email addresses, no fax numbers, no street address and the box didn't even have the return-to address on it. There was plenty of commentary, plenty of sex-magazine reviews of other products, and of course, the order page with detailed description of the new-found permanent underwear. There was no warning about this, no comments left, no sign of this action even listed on the webpage - Was the page not updated recently? It came with an almost-fully-detailed booklet, and he guessed that was all he'd have. 

"Well fuck me." he groaned, clicking onto his desktop and opening up his porn. He'd take care of himself, finally; nearly half a day of orgasm-less action. It didn't take long, a firm grip, and several tugs later- the pants began to heat up and change! It was all he could think about, but the briefs didn't allow him - They had suddenly wrapped back around his thighs and engulfed his shaft in tight latex - It was like he never removed that cock-ring, because it felt like it all returned immediately. His sac was wrapped tight, and pulled down away from his body; a set of cock-rings embedded into the briefs, one below the knot, and one near the tip of his shaft. He shifted in his seat, fists slamming down on the keyboard as he thrust his hips out, and groaned loudly, "Auughhh" it was like classic Peanuts. He began rapidly flipping through the booklet again, and realized the default settings of the briefs he didn't even remember putting on; they were written on the first page of the 'pants' section, combining all details and defaults. 

- First person to touch the clothing will immediately, and permanently be recognized as the Wearer.
- Second person to touch the clothing will immediately, and permanently be recognized as the Owner. 
- If both Wearer and Owner draw specified symbol on page fifteen at the same time, clothing will remove itself, and revert to Wearerless, and Ownerless. Repeat step one and two as necessary.
- Wearer had access to change coverage, length, thickness, tightness, vibration, time limits, and most other uses; must have cock free, ass exposed, or both covered.
- Wearer could add/remove punishments, and vibrations.
- Wearer does NOT have access to accessibility. 
- Wearer cannot climax until Owner draws specified symbol on page fifteen. 
- Wearer cannot remove clothing, until Owner draws specified symbol on page fifteen.
- Owner can override all settings set by Wearer, and give all settings and accessibility to wearer. 

Dire grumbled and shifted in his seat, he couldn't count the amount of orgasms denied, but didn't know if he could trust a second person to help him release the settings. As his balls finished churning uselessly, he flipped the booklet shut, and stood up, rock hard as ever. He picked up the shirt, and brought it over himself. It heated up, and reverted to it's default, combined with the briefs; the whole suit began to extend, combine, smooth out, and combine to his flesh. From head to toe, he was now covered in rubber - The shirt expanded to over his head, and down his snout, leaving his nose open, ears free, and eyes unblocked, but his mouth was sealed shut. It couldn't have been more than a millimeter thick, and accentuated his body perfectly. He wasn't rippling bulky, but toned well enough by plenty of exercise, and the suit gripped his every curve - Like a whole new skin, he'd need to wear clothes if he went out like this! It excited him more and more as the suit finished spreading around him, although it did seem to take away a few things. His tail was no longer fluffy, but coated into one flexible bar of latex, and aside from his mouth being sealed shut, his claws were dulled into complete uselessness, but he still had individual fingers to use - That was changeable too, but no nails. Looking over his new-found skin, he tapped his paw, and went to go check himself in the bathroom mirror, it wasn't full-length, but big enough. He shook his head in disbelief, he had a fairly high gloss, and there was no real texture to it - It was smooth, black, and shiny, the only details were his actual physical features. He checked out his rock-hard cock, it hasn't been pulled back into the sheath in a day? He didn't know, but just admired his shiny, endowed thickness. Turning all the way around, check out his pert, and well-clad ass - Perfect. The suit was flawless, and seamless. 

He tapped his mouth, and looked it all over in the mirror, no sign of a mouth hole at all, or zipper, or anything. Lights were flicked off, and he went back to the computer desk, he flipped through the booklet, and found the section on 'full suit'. It was right after pants, and listed the same details as the pants' section. He flipped to the last page, like the pants page, there was at least five pages of symbols to draw into the suit for different options - Though some symbols could be repeated for size, or time, the amount of time, or amount of centimeters was specified. This was getting deep and detailed, it was slowly but surely becoming very-much worth its cost. The variants and amount of options were simply staggering. There were multiple modes too; from dogsuit, to slavesuit, to just regular pants, or underwear. All of which could be customized by a vast amount of combinations and variants. 

He found the mouth release, but it was in a section labeled 'locked'. After some quick studying, he realized that 'locked' was Owners-only. Every main mode would significantly restrict the Wearer in one way or another by default, and it could only be changed by the Owner. Seemed everything he did pushed him to get an Owner, but who? Strolling on over to his bed, he picked up his cellular and scrolled through the missed calls. "Mmmh..." he muffled; shit. He couldn't exactly CALL them, but realized with his one encounter, he could've had three! He used one hand to rub his stuffed ass, it felt good, but was rather uncomfortable, and he really didn't like walking around with a dong shifting back and forth. He set the cellular by the book and flipped through the pages to the pants part, he drew a symbol and shifted the latex to be just pants, and to only coat his cock. His upper body was free of the latex, and wasted no time in calling his best friend - They were best friends with benefits, having the understanding that it was just sex, and that they were still friends, regardless of how bad things got - It never ruined the relationship. He tried stretching his jaws again, but damn that latex was -tight-, his jaws were completely held shut gainst each other. Opening up the phone, he began to rapidly tap-tap-type in a quickie text message. "Hey Chris, got something you *have* to see. Cum over now." he would've smirked at the sexual innuendo if he could, but that would certainly get Chrises attention. The response was a simple "! I'm there". Hooking the phone up to the charger, he set it down once again, and tapped his chin for moment.

He had a good twenty minutes to himself until Chris showed up, and began to stroke himself, thinking to himself, 'I think I'll try a real kinky one for him - Blow his mind'. Taking the book, he went over to the edge of the bed. Writing out a quick note, and leaving the booklet open to the relevant page now, he studied the symbol, and began to draw it in. It would be ironic in a sense; the suit heated up per usual, and from the wedge in the elbow (the inside of the arm, not the actual elbow) on each arm, the latex began to pull together. Watching with some shock, and some excitement, his upper and lower arms sealing together - Not only that, but the hands melted into the shoulders, the entire length of the arm had turned into one mass of latex, rendering him handless too, but that's not all! The wedge in his legs (behind the knee) began to do the same, pull tight, tight, tighter; until the foot was pressed firmly against his buttocks - Sealing them too, into a giant mass of latex. He slumped down onto the floor, on his elbows and knees as the suit continued - Coating his entire body in the rubbery mass, adding extra padding for the four joints on the floor, and stiffening his tail so that it could no longer cover his backdoor, but could still wag. His tailhole was filled in too, but not by a plug; by a loose condom-like sheath of latex that fed very deeply into his anal cavity - About as deep as one could go, before penetrating into the lower intestines. His maw was filled in a similar way, spreading his jaws apart far enough to fit most animals, but it spread under the tongue, and down the entrance of the throat - To give the complete latex appearance, and to null the gag reflex. The teeth were completely coated, and harmless now, not that he could bite down anymore, because of a rubbery ring that was inserted to keep his jaws spread out. A pretty standard dogsuit for the most part, but also had a variable blindfold, a nose hole of course, and his cock was hanging down, still locked in that wicked set of cock-rings - There was no escaping the rubbery grip on his penis. He hadn't exactly expected his hands to be rendered useless, but was set in for the long haul - The perfect, large, rubbery pet dog, and without knowing it, his best friend would be his owner! Wandering around a little, testing the limits of this suit, and re-reading over the parts of the book he could see, to make sure he was doing everything right. The extra padding helped a ton, because it was almost like walking on air, and even though he was violated front and back, it wasn't uncomfortable - Though the cockring was still ridiculous for him. Remembering boner pill commercials that said to see a doctor after four hours of being hard - He was worried, but they were unfounded; somehow, all his blood seemed to keep pumping correctly. No pinching, no stress, no clotting or blockage to worry about. 

He heard the doorbell BUZZZ, and went right to it - Still open! He made the loudest noises he could, and Chris walked right in: porn on the computer, latex bedspreads, bondage and deprivation toys all over the ground, a booklet, and - "Dire?!" he almost squealed in surprise as he looked down at the ten-foot rubber dog, now cut down to a mere three-or-four feet, and bound helpless. "Well what do we have here? What I always wanted, a cute little puppy. A cute lil rubberpuppy." Chris caught on immediately - Mind like a steel trap. "You look surprised to see me-" remarking on the 'O' face, "-Yet your eyes look like you're begging for me. How ever should I entertain such a cute wittle doggy?" there was an unmistakable tent in Chris's pants. "I have an idea." he held up a finger, as if an 'aha' moment hit him.