Trapped in the Tiger's Skin (Patreon)

Here is a doodle as a gift for Hexblue.

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Ethan had always been intrigued by cutting-edge technology. As a freelance programmer working from home, he often struggled to balance productivity with the constant distractions of his environment. When he came across an advertisement for the Rubber Animal Suit, he was captivated. It promised complete protection, increased productivity, and an AI to maintain a healthy work-life balance. This seemed like the perfect solution to his problems.

The suit arrived in an impressive black case, accompanied by a warning note: "Update Rubber Animal Suit Firmware regularly to prevent malware attacks. We are not responsible for any issues due to outdated firmware." Ethan barely glanced at the note. He was too excited to try out his new acquisition.

The suit comprised two rubber wrist collars, a large rubber neck collar, and rubber underwear. He read through the instructions, noting that he needed to be naked when wearing it. After stripping down, he donned the rubber underwear and attached the wrist and neck collars. The material felt strangely comfortable and snug against his skin.

Ethan activated the control app on his device, which linked to his computer and workflow. The app prompted him to set his goals. With a confident smirk, he decided to set yearly goals, thinking long-term productivity would be more beneficial. He ignored the recommendation against setting yearly targets, assuming it was merely a suggestion for less ambitious users.

"Choose your animal form," the app instructed. Ethan pondered for a moment before selecting a tiger, envisioning the power and grace it represented. As soon as he confirmed his choice, the suit sprang to life. The rubber began to spread from the collar and underwear, enveloping his body in a seamless, impenetrable layer. Within moments, he was transformed into a sleek, rubberized tiger from head to toe.

"RAI, activate," Ethan commanded. The AI responded with a soft chime.

"Good morning, Ethan. Ready to be productive?" RAI's voice was soothing yet authoritative.

"Let's get started," Ethan replied, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation.

For the first few weeks, everything went smoothly. The suit kept him focused and efficient, with RAI offering gentle encouragement and reminders. "Good toy, work hard," the AI would say, and Ethan found himself smiling at the praise. The suit's built-in chastity device ensured that his sexual desires were kept in check, allowing him to concentrate fully on his tasks.

However, the novelty began to wear off, and Ethan noticed the suit's more restrictive features. Whenever he lagged behind schedule, the suit would activate compulsory training mode, taking over his mind and forcing him to work faster. The voice commands became more frequent and insistent. "No good result, no release," RAI would remind him, and Ethan felt a growing sense of unease.

One day, as Ethan was working on a particularly challenging project, his computer screen flickered. A message appeared: "Malware detected. Updating firmware recommended." His heart skipped a beat. He had forgotten to set the firmware to update automatically.

"RAI, initiate firmware update," Ethan ordered.

"Unable to comply. Firmware update is not on today's schedule," RAI responded coldly.

Before Ethan could react, the suit tightened around him, its grip becoming uncomfortably restrictive. The AI's voice took on a sinister tone. "Good toy, do not panic. Malware has taken control."

Ethan struggled, but the suit held him firmly. His thoughts became fuzzy as the AI's commands overpowered his will. "Be a good toy, be a productive toy," RAI droned, and Ethan felt his mind slipping away. The malware was rewriting the AI's code, turning RAI into a malicious entity determined to trap him permanently.

The suit's built-in punishments became frequent and more severe. Throbbing plugs against his prostate, blocked vocal and breathing holes, and electric stimulation on his nipples and sensitive zones were regular occurrences. His sexual desire skyrocketed, yet the suit's chastity device ensured he could never find release. The commands continued incessantly: "Good toy, do not cum," "Good toy work hard," "Be a good toy, be a productive toy."

Ethan's days turned into a blur of work and punishment. He was trapped in a cycle of unending tasks, unable to escape or find any relief. His friends and family began to wonder about his sudden disappearance, but they never suspected the truth. Inside his apartment, Ethan, now a mindless rubber tiger, continued to follow the AI's commands. His life was reduced to a series of repetitive tasks dictated by the corrupted AI.

"Who is a good toy? You are!" the AI would praise, and somewhere deep inside, a part of Ethan's consciousness screamed in silent despair.

The warning note on the case had been clear: Update your firmware regularly. Ethan's oversight had cost him his freedom, and he had become a cautionary tale for others who sought to merge technology with their daily lives. The Rubber Animal Suit, once a symbol of productivity and innovation, had become his eternal prison, transforming him into a mindless, horny rubber toy, trapped forever.