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"writing": "[b][u][center]Sucked Into Another Self\nPart 3\nFor Harute11\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe box stole any meaning of time from the Dalmatian, and the timersuit took more than that. It took any sense of the world from him, any understanding of what was happening outside of the stimulation that never seemed to stop. \n\nEver since Aspen and Diz had discovered that his body could be penetrated anywhere with sufficient pressure, they’d started experimenting what would bring the most distraction, the most pleasure, the most mind-melting feelings. They’d slid under his balls and rubbed them from inside, had tweaked his nipples and left vibrators behind them, and had done something to his head that made the back of his tongue positively orgasmic when they fucked his throat. \n\nAnd every time that they changed something, he felt like…like something else was changing in his head. \n\nOr in his body. \n\nOr…or both. \n\nThe Dalmatian groaned as the suit seemed to change again, this time pressing against the small of his back as it made him thrust toward the roof of the box. His cock, bent down and pulled tight against his balls in a smooth nulge, still oozed over his sac as strange buzzes and even shocks managed to find their way to his most sensitive parts. His tail, bent back and half-melted against his spine, was just a perpetual handle now, and – \n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nAnd he had a cock gag down his throat that kept him from letting out more than the tiniest of whimpers. He couldn’t see, could barely think, and the timersuit was just…buzzing him, forcing him to keep right on the edge for further training. \n\n[i]Why? Why me?[/i]\n\nThere’d been no answer from Aspen or Diz about that. They wanted something fun, he understood that, but they refused to give any further answer. There was no reason why it had to be him. \n\n[i]You are you.[/i]\n\nAnd then there was a different voice. \n\n[i]No. We are you. You are we. And I am becoming you.[/i]\n\nDanny huffed into the gag, grunting and trying futilely to shake his head. The voice was almost like him, except duller, softer, the sort of voice that you might have heard at a food service box at the end of the day when there was no life left in the speaker. It was dull, machine-like…but still like him. \n\nAnd while it had been there before, it had never been that clear. It had always been at the edge of his awareness, like a cat mewling down the hall. This was the first time that he’d heard it make words he could understand. \n\n[i]Who are you?[/i] he asked. \n\n[i]You. And me. And us.\n\nBut what – Do you have a name?\n\nI am 55. Or LV. Or Suit. Or Toy. Or –[/i]\n\nDanny groaned. Suit. The first two he didn’t understand, and the last one could have been just a little voice that was building up from all the hypnosis sessions that the bat and wolfhound had put him through, but Suit – \n\nThat meant that it was coming from the timersuit…and that meant that some of the stories that he’d heard about the suits were true. They were dangerous for completely fleshy individuals, considering that they could easily trip a program that would keep someone trapped inside for too long, but for someone that was already rubber…\n\nWell, that tripped a different circuit. Danny wanted to stay quiet, hoping that the voice wouldn’t continue, but it had already talked to him. The time to ignore it had passed already, and his only chance was to keep it from taking over. \n\n[i]I’m Danny. \n\nDanny. The Toy.\n\nThey want me to be a toy. I’m not – I’m not.\n\nI am Suit. And 55. And you. \n\nYou aren’t me. You’re just around me.[/i]\n\nThe suit rolled, almost like it was alive. Maybe it was; he didn’t know if the voice came from some delusional part of his own mind or from the suit itself. Either way, it was doing something to him. Pushing against him, molding against him – \n\nNo, molding into him. The rubber timersuit was starting to slide into and mix with his flesh. \n\n[i]Wait, no, what are you doing?!\n\nYou are me. And I am you. \n\nI’m Danny!\n\nAnd so am I. And 55. And Toy. And Suit.[/i]\n\nThe pressure from the timersuit mixing with him spread across his chest, running up his shoulders and then along his neck. It was like a collar around his neck, rubber fingers running over and under his neck, around him and part of him at the same time. His shape changed, adjusting to have those bulges around his neck, like something had been implanted in his flesh, or like he had always grown with them. \n\nMemory was hard to hold onto. Everything kept sliding around. The suit pressed firmer against him, almost as if he wasn’t wearing one at all. There was so little space between the suit and his flesh at places that it might have been one and the same. \n\n[i]I am what you should be. \n\nI’m what I want to be. I don’t want to be here. Nobody wants this, nobody but them.\n\nYou want it. It is in your head. I am in your head. \n\nThat’s the hypnosis. Not…not me.\n\nIt is you. Because it is me.[/i]\n\n55 was getting more and more aggressive, pressing tighter and tighter to his body. It felt like his old shape was disappearing, no more the blue and black Dalmatian that had shown through the suit before but something different. Canine, still, but with orange instead of blue, and with pulsing lines that he could feel like hot fingers against his chest. \n\n55. \n\n55. \n\n55. \n\nDanny shook his head as much as the suit would let him, but it was as if 55 was inexorable. There was no malice, no anger, no desperate struggle such as there would have been against another person. With 55, there was only the feeling of something else that believed that it had the power of inevitability, that it was right regardless of his opinions, and…\n\nAnd it had the timersuit. And that was a whole different level of pressure and strength to fight against. \n\nThe Dalmatian groaned, whimpered, feeling his cock getting pushed down harder. The rubber suit had already nulged him, but now, it was as if his cock was almost being pushed into him. His ankles, locked together with rubber anklets, almost merged. He was falling further and further down, and 55 was taking over more and more – \n\nClick. \n\nRattle. \n\nThe box was moving, and 55 stopped. Instead of spreading, he felt it turning things around. Moving back to the way that the suit had been when he’d been locked up, taking the orange away, making his cock go back to a simple nulge, and more. \n\nBy the time the box clicked open and Diz looked down at him, he was exactly as he had been: paralyzed, black and blue, and shivering at the constant stimulation down below. Diz chuckled, the brown-furred, rubberized bat shaking his head. \n\n“Looks like you’ve been enjoying yourself. A couple of days in the box looks like it’s doing you good.”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“Here, let’s take that out…”\n\nDiz pulled at the straps around his face, loosening the vision-obscuring equipment over his eyes and the gag down his throat. They both came free with a wet sucking sound, the latter for being so far inside of him, and the former…\n\nIt was a shiver-inducing thought, knowing that his body was integrating with the same bondage equipment used to keep him down. He kept trying to resist, but every new step seemed to bring something else along with it. \n\n[i]Aspen…did you put this thing in my head, or…[/i]\n\n“Come on. Up.”\n\nDanny wasn’t sure if he obeyed, if 55 did, or if there was something going on with the timersuit that made it follow orders. Whichever it was, he was out of the box and standing up a few seconds later, his hands at his sides, his eyes facing forward. His neck was bound, stiff, forced to keep staring straight ahead. \n\n“Heh, you really look so much better like a drone. I mean, you’re not bad as a rubber dog, but the way that you just…stare like that…”\n\nDiz smirked. \n\n“Never gets better than that first moment of true mind-break, when all those thoughts go spilling out your ears – or out your dick, I guess – and there’s nothing left but the stuff I put there myself. Don’t think you’re there yet…but it’s going to be [i]fun[/i] when you finally break and there’s nothing left in there.”\n\nAnother shiver ran down his spine, and this one was much closer to the fear-shiver that he preferred. He didn’t want to be turned on at the idea of becoming a drone. He had – he’d owned Doll before these two took it away from him. He’d been another one of the dominant figures in the clubs, when he wanted to be. He wasn’t just some toy…\n\nExcept…\n\n[i]Was I good enough?[/i] he wondered. [i]Is that why they can just keep doing this to me? Because I wasn’t good enough?\n\nYou are me, and I know that I do not want to do what you used to do,[/i] 55 said. \n\n[i]Stop talking. \n\nI am correct. \n\nYou’re a suit. You’re nothing. You’re not me.\n\nI am becoming you. And you are becoming me.[/i]\n\nHead spinning, he didn’t even realize that they’d started moving along from the box and the bedroom until they were halfway down the hall. Danny wanted to turn his head, to look around, to figure out more of the layout of the place, but – no. His body wouldn’t move properly. His head didn’t want to turn when he told it to. \n\nWas it hypnosis?\n\nWas it 55?\n\nWhatever it was, it worked, and it meant that he could do nothing but stare at the half-naked – how had he missed that? – bat leading the way down the hall. He could only stare at the swaying rump in front of him as Diz led him into one of the many rooms along the hallway, pointing to a desk and chair on the other side. \n\n“Kneel down there.”\n\nHe moved silently, body still following orders. The latex and rubber of the timersuit squeaked around him as he fell to his knees, his legs slightly spread and his head pressing against the bottom of the desk. \n\n“I’m going to have to take a few meetings today, and they get real boring,” Diz said as he sat down, legs spread enough to let his cock flop out over the edge of the chair. “That’s where you come in. You’re going to keep me engaged.”\n\n“…”\n\n“Open wide.”\n\nDanny didn’t have a choice. His mouth was right on cock-level for the bat, and as Diz slid forward, his mouth flopped open, and – \n\nGluk. The bat’s cock slid down his tongue and into his throat. Diz’s shaft was long enough that it could reach the back of his throat with ease, and it rested there, just nudging against his tonsils. If he hadn’t been a rubber person, he knew that he would have been gagging on the bat’s cock. As it was, he was fine, but he could still taste it, feel it, sense it as it got harder…and harder…\n\nAnd longer…\n\n[i]It belongs in us. It deserves to be treated well. \n\nHe hasn’t asked for anything,[/i] Danny thought. \n\n[i]But a good Toy does what is needed without being asked.[/i]\n\nIt was still beyond strange to feel his body doing something he hadn’t told it to do. His throat clenched, forming into a fleshlight-like tube around Diz’s cock. It went down his throat at an angle that a normal anthro couldn’t have managed, going straight and then at a different angle, lighter, less severe. It was no less tight, though, which the bat showed he enjoyed with a soft grunt and a little more throbbing through his cock. \n\n“Mmm, yeah, that’s it…go on. Suck it right to the base…”\n\nDiz’s hand pushed Danny’s head further down, and the bat scooted the chair as close to the desk as he could to make sure that the whole thing was completely sheathed down the Dalmatian’s throat. Danny could breathe around it easily – that was a benefit of being rubber – but the taste, the feeling of it against his tongue, the way that it was shaping him rather than the other way around – \n\nThose had his head spinning. \n\nThose had him shiver. \n\nThose had him twitching under the rubber. \n\n“Now, make sure that you keep quiet. I don’t need to get fired from my job. And if you do good…’\n\nBat feet pressed against his nulge. If Danny had had control of himself, he would have coughed at the very least, more likely spluttered around the cock down his throat. \n\n“If you do a good job, I’ll make sure that you get to cum. Not something that you’d get from Aspen, I tell you that. So, you want to make me happy. Make me feel good, and I’ll make you feel good. Understand, Toy?”\n\n[i]Understood,[/i] 55 thought. \n\n[i]You aren’t real. \n\nHe’s talking to me.\n\nHe – he is talking to me. He wants me to be a toy.\n\nBut I already am one. And I am you. \n\nYou’re not me![/i]\n\nAnd yet, his tongue was already moving, slithering around the underside of that cock, teasing it and nudging it against the roof of his mouth every time that his head bobbed back. Simple little trick, really, nudging the shaft against the more textured part of one’s mouth, and considering that rubber could morph and change – \n\nAnd 55 seemed very eager to make him more pleasurable – \n\nHe could feel the rippling shift in his own mouth, the texture difference against the back of his teeth, the shift in how far back his mouth went compared to where it used to stop. It disoriented him, made him distracted. \n\nAnd that gave 55 another opening, another chance to slide forward and be a good Toy while he was trying to sort himself out. Danny felt like a passenger that was slowly losing control over the driver rather than someone fighting off a new hand from the wheel. Somehow, he had already been shoved out of the driver’s seat, and worse, he was losing more control by the second. \n\n[i]Gotta…gotta get…[/i]\n\nBob. \n\nSuck. \n\nBob. \n\nThrust. \n\nThe feeling of that long shaft sliding across his tongue, grinding against the roof of his throat, and customizing the inside of his face made it impossible to summon any resistance. In just a few short days, his body had already learned to respond to what Aspen and Diz wanted of him, and worst of all – \n\n[i]I am a Toy. \n\nI am Toy. \n\nI am Suit. \n\nI am 55.[/i]\n\nAnd making it all worse was the pressure of the bat’s feet working over his nulge. They were always rubbing, teasing, stroking, pushing here and there and making him feel it all the way down to his dick. Never enough to get him off, but always enough to make him throb that much more and ooze into the recesses of his rubber body. It couldn’t decide whether to slosh or squelch, so the sounds kept changing, but – \n\nThrob. Twitch. If it wasn’t for the suit keeping his cock down and 55 keeping him focused on sucking, he would have been grinding up and trying to hump against the bat’s feet. \n\nDiz was talking, he realized belatedly. He couldn’t hear what the bat was saying, but he was clearly doing something up top. Work call or something along those lines. His cock was harder than ever in the Dalmatian’s mouth, working all the way back in his throat and oozing from the constant sucking, licking, swallowing. Then Diz would talk, and it would throb harder, the bat clearly getting off on being on-camera without anyone knowing what he was doing under his desk. \n\nNo matter how he tried to reframe it, he was getting used as a toy and…and his body liked it. \n\nAnd 55 liked it. \n\n[i]I am you. Which means that you like it, too.[/i]\n\nThat was the part he was fighting against. He didn’t want to like this. He wanted…he wanted to believe…\n\n[i]Not good enough as a dom…\n\nNo, we were not. \n\nBut I don’t want to be…\n\nYou are not a sub. You are not a slave. You are a Toy. Just like me.[/i]\n\nA toy. A thing. Something without will, something without focus, something without anything but what it was given, and – \n\nIt tempted him. Even as he was made to gluk away on the bat’s cock, even as the long-toed feet worked on his nulge from either side, he couldn’t help but shiver and moan as his choice was taken away from him. As this Toy, he didn’t have a choice in what he did. He didn’t have to consider the future. All he had to do was obey, do what he was told, and everything else was taken care of. \n\nHe barely even had to think – \n\n[i]I’m not a drone. \n\nToy is a drone, and Toy is you.\n\nNo, you’re YOU. I’m still me!\n\nYou could be me. And I would be happy being you, as Toy.[/i]\n\nThe arguing was making him tired, and more than that, dizzy. It was taking more and more energy to stay focused on what he was doing, but when 55 was taking care of that, he just kept falling deeper, deeper, and deeper into the rhythm of sucking cock and grinding his hips up against the slow, rolling, squeezing pressure of Diz’s feet. It was a seductive motion and rhythm that just kept sucking him deeper…\n\n“…timersuits, you know, those old things that the government rounded up?”\n\nDiz was talking about – why would he be – was this just – hard to think, but tried to listen – fuck – fuck – \n\n“See, there was this whole thing that made them dangerous, and that was the fact that they were made from rubber-fur genetic material,” Diz said, somehow sounding like he wasn’t getting a blowjob at all while he rambled. “When the scientists made the timersuits, after all, they wanted something that’d keep an eye on the people inside. And for that, they had to have something that was at least a little bit alive.”\n\n[i]Is this true? Are you – are you alive?[/i] Danny asked as 55 bobbed their head down to the base of Diz’s cock again. \n\n[i]I am you. If you are alive, so am I.[/i]\n\n“But only a little bit alive,” Diz continued. “At least, that’s the case with the originals; all the knock-offs that came around later were nothing but cybernetics programmed to imitate it. But with the originals, the double-digit generations especially, they were half-alive. They could monitor everything about the person inside them, follow orders, and interpret what was safe and what wasn’t. \n\n“But if they were ever put on rubber-furs, then it was like a circuit got completed. They started growing, getting smarter, learning how to be themselves. And the more that they grew, the more powerful that they got, and the more that they were able to do their wearers. I heard some stories that the suits started to take over, and the rubber-fur got their minds shoved into the suits in some cases. \n\n“Of course, that didn’t go anywhere good, and it’s why the project was halted. You can’t just have something that’s half-alive evolve at its own pace and expect it to come out completely sane and capable of interacting with the world as a whole. The suit-intelligences that completely took over didn’t know what to do when they had to face the world without orders, and it was decided that it was too cruel to leave them that way. That’s why the whole original set was taken in.”\n\nDiz paused. \n\n“Yes, that’s why we don’t use AI for all the cyber-security. Too risky if one of them starts developing too much intelligence, and too many activists saying that it’d be cruel to let them become a person.”\n\n[i]Is that you?[/i] Danny asked. [i]Are you…are you really the Suit, and not just something in my head?\n\nI am you, and you are me.\n\nYou keep saying that. What does it mean?\n\nWe are part of each other. You are me, and – \n\nI am you.[/i]\n\nCompleting 55’s thought probably wasn’t a good idea for preserving his own sense of self, but it was like he couldn’t stop himself. It felt right, and now that he knew that he probably wasn’t hallucinating – probably – it was hard not to talk to the other voice as if it was really there. More to the point, he had to figure out how to deal with it, and – \n\n“Alright, that’s enough with that call, everyone. Bye.”\n\nThere was a soft beep overhead followed by the bat sliding his chair back. Diz’s cock popped out of their throat, leaving them – \n\n[i]Them?\n\nWe. You, me, us.\n\nI am me. \n\nAnd I am you.[/i]\n\n“Alright, you’ve done a pretty good job of keeping me good and hard,” Diz said, grabbing hold of his cock. “And I think I promised you something good if you kept me happy during the call.”\n\n“…”\n\n“You can close your mouth now.”\n\nDanny did. Diz laid one foot on his chest and the other on his nulge, rubbing up and down with both. A shivering pleasure ran through him, and through the suit, and – was 55 shivering in pleasure for being obedient? He thought the suit actually was. \n\n“Now, let it out. Nulge to cock. Now.”\n\nHis cock all but rocketed up and out through the rubber, sticking through the timersuit as if the suit itself wasn’t even there. It bobbed up and down, a soft red in contrast to the blue and black around it – \n\n“Make it blue.”\n\nThe suit obeyed, wrapping around it for a moment. The color changed, leaving it exposed, but blue now, glowing with the same subtle light as the rest of the suit. Danny throbbed all the harder; that part hadn’t been all 55’s doing. \n\nAs Diz leaned back, smirking as he fondled himself while sliding his toes around either side of the Dalmatian’s dick, Danny just kept thinking of how much at the mercy of both the suit and his captors he was. They were warping him, fucking with his head and his body at the same time. He could have resisted one or the other, maybe, but not both at the same time. \n\nAnd with 55 completely on their side and making it ever more tempting to just fall, to give in, to be the Toy that they wanted him to be – \n\n[i]It would make us both happy.[/i]\n\nHe didn’t respond. He didn’t want to think about it. And more to the point, it was getting hard to think with those soft bat soles rubbing against his shaft. Even if he was naturalized rubber while Diz was something else, the undersides of the rubbery soles were…very good, and he shivered as they jerked him off bit by bit. \n\n“Heh, you’re that into it already, hmm? I thought that maybe you’d be learning some self-control, but it looks like all that edging just makes you needier than ever, hmm?”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“Heh. I wonder how it’d be if you were having to watch your cock be teased.”\n\n“Nngh?”\n\n“If you were all the way across the room, staring, watching as I stepped on your cock like it was just a dildo. Still feeling everything, but watching as if it belonged to someone else. Nothing but a toy, mine to carry about and use as I pleased. Just imagine –”\n\nPOP!\n\nDanny’s eyes almost fell out of their sockets at the sudden shift in feeling. His balls…his balls were touching the ground, now, and his cock – why was he feeling carpet fibers under his cock?\n\nDanny and Diz looked down. Laying on the carpet was the blue dick that, up until just a few seconds ago, had been firmly attached to the Dalmatian. Danny could still feel it, still sense everything being done to it, but – but it wasn’t attached to him anymore. \n\n[i]Did…did you do that?[/i] he thought with a whimper. \n\n[i]That was you.\n\nBut you said you’re me!\n\nBut you were the one that chose to do it. Good Toy.[/i]\n\nHe trembled at that; it was one thing to have Aspen and Diz tease him with the name, and it was something else entirely to hear it inside his own head. \n\nThe bat reached down, picking up the shaft gingerly. Danny whimpered as he felt the gentle grasp around his cock, huffing through clenched teeth. Diz looked at the shaft, then at him…then grinned. \n\n“Oh, this is going to be fun.”\n\n#\n\nAspen returned home from his security job about an hour past sundown. He expected to hear moans down the hall and he did, but surprisingly, they were in different rooms. One closer, one further. \n\n“Diz?” he called, leaving his shoes and coat at the door. \n\n“Living room.”\n\n“And the slut?”\n\n“In the bedroom.”\n\n“You using a vibrator or something?” the wolfhound asked as he walked down the hall. \n\n“Oh, ho ho ho, no. This is something even better. Come here.”\n\n[i]So long as you didn’t break him yet. I want to be here for that.[/i]\n\nShaking his head, Aspen walked into the living room – and froze in the doorframe. \n\nDiz was wearing a strap-on harness and had a big blue dick between his legs. It looked exactly like – \n\n“How…what happened?”\n\n“The fucker’s modular,” Diz said, grinning from ear to ear. “Just found out this afternoon. You convince him the right way, and you can just pop pieces of him off and play with them. I’ve been edging his dick like it’s my own for the last few hours.”\n\nThat explained the fleshlight on the floor, the lube on the coffee table, and the other toys that he could see from the doorway. Aspen glanced down the hall; it also made all the moans down that way make sense, considering he doubted that his partner would have been allowing the Dalmatian to cum during the long tease. \n\n“Just his dick, or –”\n\n“Anything, as far as I can tell. I got him to take off his head and suck his own dick for a bit.”\n\n“…Impressive.”\n\n“And how.”\n\nAspen was already thinking about how that might be more useful in taking apart Danny’s life. He was already well-detached from his former occupation and everything else, but they needed to take it further to keep him with them. Doll had been easy, since it had been fairly well-detached from its former life while living with Danny. The Dalmatian, on the other hand, still had bank accounts, property records, and more, and he had been trying to figure out how he would be able to get those shaken loose without being obvious about it. If this was really possible, then – \n\n“Hey, get on your knees.”\n\nAspen blinked. Diz was standing now, looking up at him with a grin nearly splitting his face in two and his hand on the blue dick. \n\n“…I’m sorry, what did you just say?” \n\n“Get on your knees. You were on top last night, and now it’s my turn. And I want to torment our new Toy by letting him feel like he’s fucking someone’s face without getting the chance to cum.”\n\nIt was an audacious demand, but Aspen smirked regardless. It was…new, and that was the important thing. At least it wasn’t Diz trying to shove him into the vac-box or something like that again. \n\nSo, the wolfhound slowly got down on his knees, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. If he was going to do this, then he was going to do it right. And more than anything, he wanted to hear the little slut whimpering in the back rooms…\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Continuing to further corruption and identity problems. \n\nTags: M/solo, M/M, Rubber Suit, Rubber Person, Adjustable Body, Mind Corruption, Multiple Personalities, Shifting Sense of Self, Oral, Blowjob, Foot Fetish, Nulge, Bat, Dalmatian, Wolfhound, Series, \n\n\n",
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Sucked Into Another Self Part 3 For Harute11 By Draconicon
The box stole any meaning of time from the Dalmatian, and the timersuit took more than that. It took any sense of the world from him, any understanding of what was happening outside of the stimulation that never seemed to stop.
Ever since Aspen and Diz had discovered that his body could be penetrated anywhere with sufficient pressure, they’d started experimenting what would bring the most distraction, the most pleasure, the most mind-melting feelings. They’d slid under his balls and rubbed them from inside, had tweaked his nipples and left vibrators behind them, and had done something to his head that made the back of his tongue positively orgasmic when they fucked his throat.
And every time that they changed something, he felt like…like something else was changing in his head.
Or in his body.
Or…or both.
The Dalmatian groaned as the suit seemed to change again, this time pressing against the small of his back as it made him thrust toward the roof of the box. His cock, bent down and pulled tight against his balls in a smooth nulge, still oozed over his sac as strange buzzes and even shocks managed to find their way to his most sensitive parts. His tail, bent back and half-melted against his spine, was just a perpetual handle now, and –
“Mmmph…”
And he had a cock gag down his throat that kept him from letting out more than the tiniest of whimpers. He couldn’t see, could barely think, and the timersuit was just…buzzing him, forcing him to keep right on the edge for further training.
Why? Why me?
There’d been no answer from Aspen or Diz about that. They wanted something fun, he understood that, but they refused to give any further answer. There was no reason why it had to be him.
You are you.
And then there was a different voice.
No. We are you. You are we. And I am becoming you.
Danny huffed into the gag, grunting and trying futilely to shake his head. The voice was almost like him, except duller, softer, the sort of voice that you might have heard at a food service box at the end of the day when there was no life left in the speaker. It was dull, machine-like…but still like him.
And while it had been there before, it had never been that clear. It had always been at the edge of his awareness, like a cat mewling down the hall. This was the first time that he’d heard it make words he could understand.
Who are you? he asked.
You. And me. And us.
But what – Do you have a name?
I am 55. Or LV. Or Suit. Or Toy. Or –
Danny groaned. Suit. The first two he didn’t understand, and the last one could have been just a little voice that was building up from all the hypnosis sessions that the bat and wolfhound had put him through, but Suit –
That meant that it was coming from the timersuit…and that meant that some of the stories that he’d heard about the suits were true. They were dangerous for completely fleshy individuals, considering that they could easily trip a program that would keep someone trapped inside for too long, but for someone that was already rubber…
Well, that tripped a different circuit. Danny wanted to stay quiet, hoping that the voice wouldn’t continue, but it had already talked to him. The time to ignore it had passed already, and his only chance was to keep it from taking over.
I’m Danny.
Danny. The Toy.
They want me to be a toy. I’m not – I’m not.
I am Suit. And 55. And you.
You aren’t me. You’re just around me.
The suit rolled, almost like it was alive. Maybe it was; he didn’t know if the voice came from some delusional part of his own mind or from the suit itself. Either way, it was doing something to him. Pushing against him, molding against him –
No, molding into him. The rubber timersuit was starting to slide into and mix with his flesh.
Wait, no, what are you doing?!
You are me. And I am you.
I’m Danny!
And so am I. And 55. And Toy. And Suit.
The pressure from the timersuit mixing with him spread across his chest, running up his shoulders and then along his neck. It was like a collar around his neck, rubber fingers running over and under his neck, around him and part of him at the same time. His shape changed, adjusting to have those bulges around his neck, like something had been implanted in his flesh, or like he had always grown with them.
Memory was hard to hold onto. Everything kept sliding around. The suit pressed firmer against him, almost as if he wasn’t wearing one at all. There was so little space between the suit and his flesh at places that it might have been one and the same.
I am what you should be.
I’m what I want to be. I don’t want to be here. Nobody wants this, nobody but them.
You want it. It is in your head. I am in your head.
That’s the hypnosis. Not…not me.
It is you. Because it is me.
55 was getting more and more aggressive, pressing tighter and tighter to his body. It felt like his old shape was disappearing, no more the blue and black Dalmatian that had shown through the suit before but something different. Canine, still, but with orange instead of blue, and with pulsing lines that he could feel like hot fingers against his chest.
55.
55.
55.
Danny shook his head as much as the suit would let him, but it was as if 55 was inexorable. There was no malice, no anger, no desperate struggle such as there would have been against another person. With 55, there was only the feeling of something else that believed that it had the power of inevitability, that it was right regardless of his opinions, and…
And it had the timersuit. And that was a whole different level of pressure and strength to fight against.
The Dalmatian groaned, whimpered, feeling his cock getting pushed down harder. The rubber suit had already nulged him, but now, it was as if his cock was almost being pushed into him. His ankles, locked together with rubber anklets, almost merged. He was falling further and further down, and 55 was taking over more and more –
Click.
Rattle.
The box was moving, and 55 stopped. Instead of spreading, he felt it turning things around. Moving back to the way that the suit had been when he’d been locked up, taking the orange away, making his cock go back to a simple nulge, and more.
By the time the box clicked open and Diz looked down at him, he was exactly as he had been: paralyzed, black and blue, and shivering at the constant stimulation down below. Diz chuckled, the brown-furred, rubberized bat shaking his head.
“Looks like you’ve been enjoying yourself. A couple of days in the box looks like it’s doing you good.”
“Mmmph…”
“Here, let’s take that out…”
Diz pulled at the straps around his face, loosening the vision-obscuring equipment over his eyes and the gag down his throat. They both came free with a wet sucking sound, the latter for being so far inside of him, and the former…
It was a shiver-inducing thought, knowing that his body was integrating with the same bondage equipment used to keep him down. He kept trying to resist, but every new step seemed to bring something else along with it.
Aspen…did you put this thing in my head, or…
“Come on. Up.”
Danny wasn’t sure if he obeyed, if 55 did, or if there was something going on with the timersuit that made it follow orders. Whichever it was, he was out of the box and standing up a few seconds later, his hands at his sides, his eyes facing forward. His neck was bound, stiff, forced to keep staring straight ahead.
“Heh, you really look so much better like a drone. I mean, you’re not bad as a rubber dog, but the way that you just…stare like that…”
Diz smirked.
“Never gets better than that first moment of true mind-break, when all those thoughts go spilling out your ears – or out your dick, I guess – and there’s nothing left but the stuff I put there myself. Don’t think you’re there yet…but it’s going to be fun when you finally break and there’s nothing left in there.”
Another shiver ran down his spine, and this one was much closer to the fear-shiver that he preferred. He didn’t want to be turned on at the idea of becoming a drone. He had – he’d owned Doll before these two took it away from him. He’d been another one of the dominant figures in the clubs, when he wanted to be. He wasn’t just some toy…
Except…
Was I good enough? he wondered. Is that why they can just keep doing this to me? Because I wasn’t good enough?
You are me, and I know that I do not want to do what you used to do, 55 said.
Stop talking.
I am correct.
You’re a suit. You’re nothing. You’re not me.
I am becoming you. And you are becoming me.
Head spinning, he didn’t even realize that they’d started moving along from the box and the bedroom until they were halfway down the hall. Danny wanted to turn his head, to look around, to figure out more of the layout of the place, but – no. His body wouldn’t move properly. His head didn’t want to turn when he told it to.
Was it hypnosis?
Was it 55?
Whatever it was, it worked, and it meant that he could do nothing but stare at the half-naked – how had he missed that? – bat leading the way down the hall. He could only stare at the swaying rump in front of him as Diz led him into one of the many rooms along the hallway, pointing to a desk and chair on the other side.
“Kneel down there.”
He moved silently, body still following orders. The latex and rubber of the timersuit squeaked around him as he fell to his knees, his legs slightly spread and his head pressing against the bottom of the desk.
“I’m going to have to take a few meetings today, and they get real boring,” Diz said as he sat down, legs spread enough to let his cock flop out over the edge of the chair. “That’s where you come in. You’re going to keep me engaged.”
“…”
“Open wide.”
Danny didn’t have a choice. His mouth was right on cock-level for the bat, and as Diz slid forward, his mouth flopped open, and –
Gluk. The bat’s cock slid down his tongue and into his throat. Diz’s shaft was long enough that it could reach the back of his throat with ease, and it rested there, just nudging against his tonsils. If he hadn’t been a rubber person, he knew that he would have been gagging on the bat’s cock. As it was, he was fine, but he could still taste it, feel it, sense it as it got harder…and harder…
And longer…
It belongs in us. It deserves to be treated well.
He hasn’t asked for anything, Danny thought.
But a good Toy does what is needed without being asked.
It was still beyond strange to feel his body doing something he hadn’t told it to do. His throat clenched, forming into a fleshlight-like tube around Diz’s cock. It went down his throat at an angle that a normal anthro couldn’t have managed, going straight and then at a different angle, lighter, less severe. It was no less tight, though, which the bat showed he enjoyed with a soft grunt and a little more throbbing through his cock.
“Mmm, yeah, that’s it…go on. Suck it right to the base…”
Diz’s hand pushed Danny’s head further down, and the bat scooted the chair as close to the desk as he could to make sure that the whole thing was completely sheathed down the Dalmatian’s throat. Danny could breathe around it easily – that was a benefit of being rubber – but the taste, the feeling of it against his tongue, the way that it was shaping him rather than the other way around –
Those had his head spinning.
Those had him shiver.
Those had him twitching under the rubber.
“Now, make sure that you keep quiet. I don’t need to get fired from my job. And if you do good…’
Bat feet pressed against his nulge. If Danny had had control of himself, he would have coughed at the very least, more likely spluttered around the cock down his throat.
“If you do a good job, I’ll make sure that you get to cum. Not something that you’d get from Aspen, I tell you that. So, you want to make me happy. Make me feel good, and I’ll make you feel good. Understand, Toy?”
Understood, 55 thought.
You aren’t real.
He’s talking to me.
He – he is talking to me. He wants me to be a toy.
But I already am one. And I am you.
You’re not me!
And yet, his tongue was already moving, slithering around the underside of that cock, teasing it and nudging it against the roof of his mouth every time that his head bobbed back. Simple little trick, really, nudging the shaft against the more textured part of one’s mouth, and considering that rubber could morph and change –
And 55 seemed very eager to make him more pleasurable –
He could feel the rippling shift in his own mouth, the texture difference against the back of his teeth, the shift in how far back his mouth went compared to where it used to stop. It disoriented him, made him distracted.
And that gave 55 another opening, another chance to slide forward and be a good Toy while he was trying to sort himself out. Danny felt like a passenger that was slowly losing control over the driver rather than someone fighting off a new hand from the wheel. Somehow, he had already been shoved out of the driver’s seat, and worse, he was losing more control by the second.
Gotta…gotta get…
Bob.
Suck.
Bob.
Thrust.
The feeling of that long shaft sliding across his tongue, grinding against the roof of his throat, and customizing the inside of his face made it impossible to summon any resistance. In just a few short days, his body had already learned to respond to what Aspen and Diz wanted of him, and worst of all –
I am a Toy.
I am Toy.
I am Suit.
I am 55.
And making it all worse was the pressure of the bat’s feet working over his nulge. They were always rubbing, teasing, stroking, pushing here and there and making him feel it all the way down to his dick. Never enough to get him off, but always enough to make him throb that much more and ooze into the recesses of his rubber body. It couldn’t decide whether to slosh or squelch, so the sounds kept changing, but –
Throb. Twitch. If it wasn’t for the suit keeping his cock down and 55 keeping him focused on sucking, he would have been grinding up and trying to hump against the bat’s feet.
Diz was talking, he realized belatedly. He couldn’t hear what the bat was saying, but he was clearly doing something up top. Work call or something along those lines. His cock was harder than ever in the Dalmatian’s mouth, working all the way back in his throat and oozing from the constant sucking, licking, swallowing. Then Diz would talk, and it would throb harder, the bat clearly getting off on being on-camera without anyone knowing what he was doing under his desk.
No matter how he tried to reframe it, he was getting used as a toy and…and his body liked it.
And 55 liked it.
I am you. Which means that you like it, too.
That was the part he was fighting against. He didn’t want to like this. He wanted…he wanted to believe…
Not good enough as a dom…
No, we were not.
But I don’t want to be…
You are not a sub. You are not a slave. You are a Toy. Just like me.
A toy. A thing. Something without will, something without focus, something without anything but what it was given, and –
It tempted him. Even as he was made to gluk away on the bat’s cock, even as the long-toed feet worked on his nulge from either side, he couldn’t help but shiver and moan as his choice was taken away from him. As this Toy, he didn’t have a choice in what he did. He didn’t have to consider the future. All he had to do was obey, do what he was told, and everything else was taken care of.
He barely even had to think –
I’m not a drone.
Toy is a drone, and Toy is you.
No, you’re YOU. I’m still me!
You could be me. And I would be happy being you, as Toy.
The arguing was making him tired, and more than that, dizzy. It was taking more and more energy to stay focused on what he was doing, but when 55 was taking care of that, he just kept falling deeper, deeper, and deeper into the rhythm of sucking cock and grinding his hips up against the slow, rolling, squeezing pressure of Diz’s feet. It was a seductive motion and rhythm that just kept sucking him deeper…
“…timersuits, you know, those old things that the government rounded up?”
Diz was talking about – why would he be – was this just – hard to think, but tried to listen – fuck – fuck –
“See, there was this whole thing that made them dangerous, and that was the fact that they were made from rubber-fur genetic material,” Diz said, somehow sounding like he wasn’t getting a blowjob at all while he rambled. “When the scientists made the timersuits, after all, they wanted something that’d keep an eye on the people inside. And for that, they had to have something that was at least a little bit alive.”
Is this true? Are you – are you alive? Danny asked as 55 bobbed their head down to the base of Diz’s cock again.
I am you. If you are alive, so am I.
“But only a little bit alive,” Diz continued. “At least, that’s the case with the originals; all the knock-offs that came around later were nothing but cybernetics programmed to imitate it. But with the originals, the double-digit generations especially, they were half-alive. They could monitor everything about the person inside them, follow orders, and interpret what was safe and what wasn’t.
“But if they were ever put on rubber-furs, then it was like a circuit got completed. They started growing, getting smarter, learning how to be themselves. And the more that they grew, the more powerful that they got, and the more that they were able to do their wearers. I heard some stories that the suits started to take over, and the rubber-fur got their minds shoved into the suits in some cases.
“Of course, that didn’t go anywhere good, and it’s why the project was halted. You can’t just have something that’s half-alive evolve at its own pace and expect it to come out completely sane and capable of interacting with the world as a whole. The suit-intelligences that completely took over didn’t know what to do when they had to face the world without orders, and it was decided that it was too cruel to leave them that way. That’s why the whole original set was taken in.”
Diz paused.
“Yes, that’s why we don’t use AI for all the cyber-security. Too risky if one of them starts developing too much intelligence, and too many activists saying that it’d be cruel to let them become a person.”
Is that you? Danny asked. Are you…are you really the Suit, and not just something in my head?
I am you, and you are me.
You keep saying that. What does it mean?
We are part of each other. You are me, and –
I am you.
Completing 55’s thought probably wasn’t a good idea for preserving his own sense of self, but it was like he couldn’t stop himself. It felt right, and now that he knew that he probably wasn’t hallucinating – probably – it was hard not to talk to the other voice as if it was really there. More to the point, he had to figure out how to deal with it, and –
“Alright, that’s enough with that call, everyone. Bye.”
There was a soft beep overhead followed by the bat sliding his chair back. Diz’s cock popped out of their throat, leaving them –
Them?
We. You, me, us.
I am me.
And I am you.
“Alright, you’ve done a pretty good job of keeping me good and hard,” Diz said, grabbing hold of his cock. “And I think I promised you something good if you kept me happy during the call.”
“…”
“You can close your mouth now.”
Danny did. Diz laid one foot on his chest and the other on his nulge, rubbing up and down with both. A shivering pleasure ran through him, and through the suit, and – was 55 shivering in pleasure for being obedient? He thought the suit actually was.
“Now, let it out. Nulge to cock. Now.”
His cock all but rocketed up and out through the rubber, sticking through the timersuit as if the suit itself wasn’t even there. It bobbed up and down, a soft red in contrast to the blue and black around it –
“Make it blue.”
The suit obeyed, wrapping around it for a moment. The color changed, leaving it exposed, but blue now, glowing with the same subtle light as the rest of the suit. Danny throbbed all the harder; that part hadn’t been all 55’s doing.
As Diz leaned back, smirking as he fondled himself while sliding his toes around either side of the Dalmatian’s dick, Danny just kept thinking of how much at the mercy of both the suit and his captors he was. They were warping him, fucking with his head and his body at the same time. He could have resisted one or the other, maybe, but not both at the same time.
And with 55 completely on their side and making it ever more tempting to just fall, to give in, to be the Toy that they wanted him to be –
It would make us both happy.
He didn’t respond. He didn’t want to think about it. And more to the point, it was getting hard to think with those soft bat soles rubbing against his shaft. Even if he was naturalized rubber while Diz was something else, the undersides of the rubbery soles were…very good, and he shivered as they jerked him off bit by bit.
“Heh, you’re that into it already, hmm? I thought that maybe you’d be learning some self-control, but it looks like all that edging just makes you needier than ever, hmm?”
“Mmmph…”
“Heh. I wonder how it’d be if you were having to watch your cock be teased.”
“Nngh?”
“If you were all the way across the room, staring, watching as I stepped on your cock like it was just a dildo. Still feeling everything, but watching as if it belonged to someone else. Nothing but a toy, mine to carry about and use as I pleased. Just imagine –”
POP!
Danny’s eyes almost fell out of their sockets at the sudden shift in feeling. His balls…his balls were touching the ground, now, and his cock – why was he feeling carpet fibers under his cock?
Danny and Diz looked down. Laying on the carpet was the blue dick that, up until just a few seconds ago, had been firmly attached to the Dalmatian. Danny could still feel it, still sense everything being done to it, but – but it wasn’t attached to him anymore.
Did…did you do that? he thought with a whimper.
That was you.
But you said you’re me!
But you were the one that chose to do it. Good Toy.
He trembled at that; it was one thing to have Aspen and Diz tease him with the name, and it was something else entirely to hear it inside his own head.
The bat reached down, picking up the shaft gingerly. Danny whimpered as he felt the gentle grasp around his cock, huffing through clenched teeth. Diz looked at the shaft, then at him…then grinned.
“Oh, this is going to be fun.”
#
Aspen returned home from his security job about an hour past sundown. He expected to hear moans down the hall and he did, but surprisingly, they were in different rooms. One closer, one further.
“Diz?” he called, leaving his shoes and coat at the door.
“Living room.”
“And the slut?”
“In the bedroom.”
“You using a vibrator or something?” the wolfhound asked as he walked down the hall.
“Oh, ho ho ho, no. This is something even better. Come here.”
So long as you didn’t break him yet. I want to be here for that.
Shaking his head, Aspen walked into the living room – and froze in the doorframe.
Diz was wearing a strap-on harness and had a big blue dick between his legs. It looked exactly like –
“How…what happened?”
“The fucker’s modular,” Diz said, grinning from ear to ear. “Just found out this afternoon. You convince him the right way, and you can just pop pieces of him off and play with them. I’ve been edging his dick like it’s my own for the last few hours.”
That explained the fleshlight on the floor, the lube on the coffee table, and the other toys that he could see from the doorway. Aspen glanced down the hall; it also made all the moans down that way make sense, considering he doubted that his partner would have been allowing the Dalmatian to cum during the long tease.
“Just his dick, or –”
“Anything, as far as I can tell. I got him to take off his head and suck his own dick for a bit.”
“…Impressive.”
“And how.”
Aspen was already thinking about how that might be more useful in taking apart Danny’s life. He was already well-detached from his former occupation and everything else, but they needed to take it further to keep him with them. Doll had been easy, since it had been fairly well-detached from its former life while living with Danny. The Dalmatian, on the other hand, still had bank accounts, property records, and more, and he had been trying to figure out how he would be able to get those shaken loose without being obvious about it. If this was really possible, then –
“Hey, get on your knees.”
Aspen blinked. Diz was standing now, looking up at him with a grin nearly splitting his face in two and his hand on the blue dick.
“…I’m sorry, what did you just say?”
“Get on your knees. You were on top last night, and now it’s my turn. And I want to torment our new Toy by letting him feel like he’s fucking someone’s face without getting the chance to cum.”
It was an audacious demand, but Aspen smirked regardless. It was…new, and that was the important thing. At least it wasn’t Diz trying to shove him into the vac-box or something like that again.
So, the wolfhound slowly got down on his knees, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. If he was going to do this, then he was going to do it right. And more than anything, he wanted to hear the little slut whimpering in the back rooms…
The End
Summary: Continuing to further corruption and identity problems.
Tags: M/solo, M/M, Rubber Suit, Rubber Person, Adjustable Body, Mind Corruption, Multiple Personalities, Shifting Sense of Self, Oral, Blowjob, Foot Fetish, Nulge, Bat, Dalmatian, Wolfhound, Series,