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Among the myriad of innovations, one particular breakthrough had captured the city's imagination: nano-goo technology. It was the latest craze, with applications ranging from fashion to entertainment. Clothes could change at a thought, morph into any form, and even become a second skin. But for the world of sports, it had found a unique and profitable niche.

Travis had heard about the lucrative mascot positions at the local stadium. The Lions, the city's premier baseball team, were not just famous for their performance on the field but also for their state-of-the-art mascots. These weren’t your typical foam costumes; they were living, breathing avatars of the team’s spirit, thanks to the new nano-suits.

When Travis accepted the job, he was led into a sleek, ultramodern changing room beneath the stadium. The job seemed straightforward enough: wear the suit, perform at games, entertain the crowds.

The manager handed him a small vial filled with a shimmering, silvery goo. "This is the new version of our nano-suit. Just pour it on, and relax! The nano-suit will handle it well."

He hesitated, staring at the goo. "Just... put it on?" he asked, uncertainty creeping into his voice.

"Yep, it’ll do the rest," the manager replied nonchalantly.

Taking a deep breath, he poured the goo onto his skin. It moved as if alive, creeping up his arms, spreading across his chest, and slithering down his legs. As it enveloped him, the goo began to change, hardening into a smooth, white rubber skin. His heart raced as he felt it climb his neck, sealing his mouth with a large penis gag that filled his senses with an overwhelming mix of humiliation and arousal. His attempt to speak came out as a muffled grunt, but within moments, his voice was replaced by a deep, playful roar—the voice of Leo, the Lions’ mascot.

The goo continued its work, shaping him into a creature of raw, synthetic power. His muscles inflated, becoming exaggerated, powerful rubber mounds that rippled beneath his new skin. The mirror in front of him reflected a creature of myth: a majestic lion, its skin gleaming white and rubbery, with a black rubber nose and white fur that looked both soft and artificial. His human features were gone, completely hidden beneath the lion’s fierce visage. His eyes, though covered by the lion's eyes, could still see, the suit somehow linking his vision to the exterior of the mascot’s head. He blinked, and the lion blinked with him, every emotion now reflected in the lion’s expression. A thick rubber tail sprouted from his back, swaying as if it had a mind of its own.

"There you are! You'll be a new star in our mascot team!" the manager exclaimed, admiring the transformation.

Travis tried to adjust, but his hands found only the smooth, shiny surface of his new skin. His cock and balls were tightly encased in a featureless bulge, the suit's nano-goo having transformed his most intimate parts into a null surface with a small lock symbol, indicating a kind of rubber chastity. His butt was similarly sealed, the nano-goo forming a rubber plug that filled him completely, leaving him with no openings.

"Oops! Forgot about that bulge," the manager said with a chuckle. "For safety, it's locked. Maybe a few weeks of training or longer..."

Travis’s heart sank. The thought of being trapped in this suit, unable to even touch himself, filled him with a mix of frustration and reluctant arousal. The manager’s next words only deepened his anxiety.

"You need to control yourself," he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "The suit will block any inappropriate thoughts, and there are penalties for trying to, let’s say, bypass the system. We don’t want our mascot doing anything... embarrassing in public."

He nodded, his head heavy with the weight of the lion’s mane. The idea of being stuck in this state, unable to satisfy his growing arousal, was almost unbearable. Yet, there was no turning back now. He needed this job, and the manager had made it clear that the suit was designed to sustain the wearer for years if necessary, with no need to ever remove it.

"Wow, he looks so hot!" A voice from the doorway drew his attention. Another mascot, a shiny rubber tiger, stepped into the room, his squeaky body gleaming under the fluorescent lights.

He turned to see a group of other mascots, their bodies similarly transformed, all squeaky and shiny, their eyes gleaming with a mix of camaraderie and something more primal.

"Yup! Time to start your training, hurry up!" another mascot chimed in.

With no other choice, he followed the manager out of the room and onto the practice field. The other mascots moved with a fluid grace, their rubber bodies squeaking with each exaggerated motion.

As he joined them, he felt the friction of rubber against rubber with every movement, the squeaks and creaks filling the air. The sensation was almost too much, his mind racing with thoughts he knew he couldn’t act on. The others moved with practiced ease, but Travis struggled, his arousal making every step a challenge.

He tried to focus on the training, to push away the thoughts that threatened to consume him, but it was impossible. The suit amplified everything—every squeak, every rub of rubber against rubber, every lingering gaze from the other mascots.

Weeks passed, and though he grew more accustomed to the suit, the constant denial and the sensation of the rubber against his skin drove him to the edge of madness. The thought of being stuck in this state, of never being able to relieve himself, haunted his every moment. The other mascots, all similarly sealed and locked, offered no comfort. They had accepted their fate, but Travis couldn't shake the frustration.

One day, after a particularly grueling practice, Travis found himself alone in the changing room. His mind raced with fantasies, all of them impossible in his current state. Desperate, he tried to remove the suit, pulling and tugging at the rubber, but it was useless. The nano-goo had bonded to him completely.

And as the years passed, the lion mascot became a legend on the field, its powerful, majestic presence admired by all. But no one knew the truth about the man inside, who was slowly losing himself to the rubber, to the goo, and to the endless frustration of a desire that would never be fulfilled.