Encased in Control (Patreon)

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The day started with a simple goal: snag a free cosplay outfit using an app that promised a voucher for the local shop. It sounded too good to be true, but you didn’t think twice. After all, free was free. The app installed smoothly, with a sleek black-and-green interface that had a slightly eerie, digital shimmer. But you ignored the weird vibes, excited to finally get your hands on a costume for the party next week.

By the time you woke up, you weren’t quite sure where your excitement had gone. Or rather, you weren’t sure where you had gone.

You opened your eyes, and the first sensation that registered was tightness—an all-encompassing hug of slick, smooth rubber wrapping every inch of your body. Panic set in as you scrambled to get up, only for a strange weight and resistance to greet you. Your hands instinctively shot up to your face, but what you felt wasn’t skin. It was a mask—a hood—thick and seamless, merging into the rest of the suit like it had grown there.

The design hit you like a freight train of recognition: Wolf Woods. The distinct features of the Mega Man Star Force character were molded perfectly into your "face," the hood snugly fitted around your head. Your hands—or claws—told the same story, sharp and metallic-looking, reflecting the light with an unnatural sheen. You yanked at the hood, growling in frustration, only for the claws to slip off the material. It was like trying to grip water with oil-coated hands.

The sound of your phone interrupted your struggle. A sharp ding echoed through the room, and you turned to see the screen lit up on your bed.

"Transformation: 100% Complete."

Your heart pounded as the screen transitioned to something new. A message popped up, accompanied by a digital chime:

Task: Welcome to Your New Body 1

• Move your limb

• Squeeze your bulge

“What the hell?” you muttered, though the sound came out muffled, filtered through the rubber. Against your better judgment, you flexed a clawed arm. The smooth, mechanical movement startled you; it felt too natural. Then your eyes drifted down, and your stomach sank.

A noticeable bulge stretched the rubber between your legs. You didn’t want to touch it, but the app’s insistent glow tugged at your mind, whispering encouragement. Against your will, your hand reached down, claws brushing over the bulge before gripping it tightly. Pleasure shot through you like electricity, your breath hitching as the sensation intensified. The bulge swelled, reshaping beneath your touch, until it wasn’t just a bulge anymore.

It was a cock.

Longer, thicker, and utterly alien, the rubber shaft pulsed against your palm. You tried to stop, but your body didn’t listen. Instead, you squeezed it harder, the synthetic material heating beneath your grip. Another chime. Another task.

Task: Welcome to Your New Body 2

• Hold and squeeze your new cock

• Moan with your new voice

The app’s influence crept deeper, your thoughts clouding with arousal. You complied, stroking the rubber length while a deep, mechanical howl escaped your lips. The sound startled you—it was guttural, a robotic wolf’s roar, devoid of anything human. Yet it only spurred you on, your motions growing more frantic as the suit rewarded every action with waves of pleasure.

Task: Prema-Link with FM-ian

• Reach climax

• Release a cum sample

The app’s control tightened around your mind like a vice. The suit responded, stimulating you in ways that went beyond your imagination. Vibrations coursed through your body, a thick tube pressing into your throat as the suit blocked your nose, forcing you to breathe through its artificial system. Electric pulses teased your prostate, and your rubber cock throbbed harder than ever. The sensations built to an unbearable peak, and then—release.

You climaxed with an intensity that shattered every previous experience. Ropes of synthetic semen erupted from you, each pulse dragging you deeper into submission. It didn’t stop. You felt the rubber hum with satisfaction as the app recorded your “sample.” After what felt like an eternity, you collapsed back onto the bed, panting as the suit finally relented.

DNA Linked to Ejected Sample

Reward:

• Temporary Human Disguise (12h) x3

• Libido Suppressant Serum x2

The screen flickered, returning to its normal home screen. You stared at it, dazed, your clawed hand trembling as you reached for the device. Every movement reminded you of your new form, the rubber creaking faintly as you gripped the phone. The app had more details now, a menu explaining the “program” you’d apparently signed up for.

You had to complete tasks daily, leveling up to unlock your humanity again. Reaching Level 100 was the only way to remove the suit and return to normal. Failure would mean permanent transfer—your consciousness sealed within the app's server as part of its growing library.

For now, the suit was quiet, its bulge locked away behind a chastity seal. You sat there, staring at the phone, the weight of your predicament sinking in.

You thought it was just a cosplay outfit. But now, you were part of some crazy game that far bigger—and far more dangerous.

You had six hours until the next task.