The soft, slick latex seemed to simply glide over her body as she slipped it on. The material not giving her fur any issues as she fit her legs completely down into those of the suit, followed soon by arms, and finally head when the head of the suit was pulled over hers. She looked over herself in a nearby mirror and smirked at how well it fit her form. The latex squeaking just a tad from even her slightest movements as she admired herself for a few moments before finally deciding it had best just be sent back where it came from. But once she made a move to take the suit off, the heat between her legs suddenly reemerged, even stronger this time. Her legs quivered slightly at the intense neediness that shot up her spine, her mind trying to shake it off as nothing more than pent up pleasure needing to be released, but when she attempted to remove the suit one last time, she was hit so hard with the heat it nearly made her fall over.
She simply couldn't take it anymore and quickly spun a chair around to take a seat in before spreading her legs wide and getting to work almost right away. She was so caught up in her own need to release that she hadn't even bothered to think if the suit had a 'spot' designed just for that, but her hand simply got to work seemingly all on its own without the need for her to control it. Each touch of the smooth fingers to her needy sex sent waves of pleasure and bliss up her spine so intense she felt like she may just cum each and every time she did it. And as the session continued the latex of the suit would begin to take hold of her without her ever realizing it until it was simply too late to do anything about.
From the moment she had put the suit on, the dormant, living latex would come to life. Small bubblings of living latex beginning from her feet and gradually beginning to creep over her legs as her senses were assaulted by the heat the suit afflicted her with. Each inch of fur that the latex passed over would be assimilated into the fluid, leaving anything it touched bare and vulnerable as it began to soak into her very skin, becoming one with her as it went. Her tail even slowly being encased in the slick stuff as it grew from the back tail hole in the suit, gradually taking complete control of it. Further up the suit the liquid absorbing into her skin would seep into her very cells, altering and changing them to better reflect its look. And the panda, too lost in pleasure to notice, would be none the wise are the latex came bubbling out of the hood and a slick, wiggling tongue pushed from her mouth all on its own.
The panda's hazy vision from both pleasure and latex involvement would do her no good as the liquid finally crept its way up her face and covered her entire visage. Tongue having grown to 5 times its original length, if not more as the suit took complete control of her form and began to move it on its own. The living latex fueled by both pleasure and despair. The latter a proper fuel source for if the former was to ever run out. And with the latex over her face solidifying, and a look of bliss stuck on it, the suit was sure it would be fueled for quite a long time to come. It had burrowed its way into her mind and removed any sense of the outside world. Her vision completely taken from her by the mass covering her face, leaving her forever in the dark and a slave to the whims of the suit around her.
And with one, intense climax, the suit would have its hold over her wholly and completely. The raw pleasure allowing it to worm into the deepest parts of her mind and take control. For good. She was nor a prisoner within the latex form of this frog. Face completely unrecognizable to anyone but the suit. She was a slave to this latex being. A practical skeleton used to give this creature structure. A pleasure slave good for naught more than fuel for her captor. And though her blank mind may at some point realize what had happened, by then it would be far too late. Months, maybe years could have passed by at that point and she would immediately fall into despair. Her mind begging for help that would never come. Her entire life stolen from the world by a mere suit to be kept alive and fueling it for who knows how long.
She was a slave to the suit. Forever
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Tried to write up a story for this pic that i've been forgetting to upload for quite some time. I am not that good at writing so it may be a bit rough, but this sort of stuff is one of my all time favorites so i decided why not.
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