Mini Tiger Rubber Toy (Patreon)

Here is a doodle for Hexblue in 09/2024! Based on his works.

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Daniel had never imagined landing such a high-paying job, especially at a prestigious toy manufacturing company. The job posting had been vague—"high salary," "unimaginable benefits," and "innovative production process"—but it was enough to hook him. He had nothing to lose, after all. His excitement had been undeniable, and when they called him in for an "audition," his thoughts raced with visions of factory floors filled with colorful, creative toys.

When he entered the changing area, the instructions were simple—put on the provided underwear, wait for further guidance. But the moment Daniel stepped onto the platform, everything went awry.

The floor beneath him shifted suddenly, the smooth surface rising as if alive. "Must be some sort of test," he thought, but confusion soon turned to panic. The room darkened, and without warning, mechanical arms reached from unseen recesses, tearing away his clothes with clinical precision. Daniel barely had time to react before his feet were swallowed by the platform, as if sinking into quicksand. He thrashed, trying to pull himself free, but the grip was relentless. Black, shiny rubber stretched up from the floor, binding his legs tightly.

“Wait! This isn’t right!” he shouted, but his voice echoed futilely in the empty room. The rubber’s advance was unstoppable, and the more he struggled, the more it tightened around him.

Before Daniel could comprehend the nightmare unfolding around him, long tendrils of rubber burst from the platform, shooting toward his hands. They wrapped tightly around his wrists and dragged his arms down, pulling them toward the growing rubber encasement at his feet. He grunted and pulled, but the bonds were far stronger than his fading strength.

Then, the real horror began.

A slick, rubber tendril shot toward his crotch, slithering inside him like an invasive parasite. He gasped as it wormed its way into his urethra, a wave of sharp, searing pleasure mingled with unbearable discomfort washing over him. His penis and balls were squeezed and reshaped, molded into a smooth, featureless bulge. The realization struck him like a punch to the gut—he was being sealed, locked in permanent chastity. His manhood was being nullified.

As the rubber layers crept up his body, he shuddered, gasping as another tentacle forced its way inside him from behind, filling his ass with a phallic, throbbing plug that sent electric pulses straight to his prostate. The sensation was overwhelming—stimulation that drove him to the edge of release, but no matter how much his body begged, he was denied the relief he craved. His body was now a prisoner of this living, breathing rubber.

By the time the rubber reached his chest, his hands had already been transformed, compressed into toy-like paws—large, inflexible, with fingers trapped beneath layers of smooth latex. He looked down at his own body, horrified. His legs had been reshaped into stumpy appendages, the tiger-like stripes across the rubberized skin only adding to the absurdity. His struggles only produced faint squeaks, each movement emphasizing how trapped he was.

The encroaching rubber advanced up his neck, squeezing tighter and tighter, until the latex finally wrapped around his face. The mask forming over him was a grotesque parody of a tiger’s head. It had exaggerated features, wide cartoonish eyes, and a gaping mouth—but the mouth wasn’t his. Inside it was a phallic plug, forcing its way down his throat, muting his cries. Breathing tubes connected to his lungs, completing the inescapable suit.

The last thing Daniel saw before darkness overtook him was the polished surface of his rubber paws, desperately pushing against the encroaching transformation, and then nothing.

When he awoke, the room was silent. His senses felt dulled, disconnected. But something was different. His mind buzzed, not with his own thoughts, but with foreign impulses. He was no longer in control of his body. Instead, his brain was linked to a computer system, fully integrated with the small tiger plush suit that had become his prison. The program replayed the horrifying transformation like a nightmare on repeat, showing him the exact moment he had been turned into a mere product—a rubberized sex toy, no bigger than a stuffed animal.

Daniel's mind screamed for release, but the suit was his permanent shell now. He felt his new paws, running them over his rubberized body. There was no escape. There were no seams, no openings, no way to remove what he had become. His body was a toy—a fully packaged, sealed product ready for the customers.

And just as he was coming to terms with his horrifying new reality, the mechanical arms returned. Two metal molds slammed around his body, squeezing him tight, flattening his struggles into submission.

The program initiated, running quality checks, calibrating his responses, and erasing what was left of Daniel’s mind. Each moan that escaped was drowned out by the whirr of machinery, his cries fading as he was vacuum-sealed into a small, shiny tiger plush.

Finally, Daniel —or what was once Daniel —was encased in clear, plastic packaging. He stared blankly, unable to move or scream, as his body was neatly wrapped, labeled, and prepared for shipment. He was just another product on the line, forever trapped in his new form, awaiting the moment he would be unboxed and used.

His mind was the only part of him that still held onto his past, the only part that knew he had once been human. But as the machines buzzed around him and the endless sea of toys stretched out before him, Daniel realized with sickening dread that this was his reality now.

There was no escape. This was his life now. Forever.

A toy forever.

Ready for someone else's pleasure, never his own.