Tiger Toy's Collar Part 3 (Patreon)

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You wake up, but not in your usual body. Instead, you see yourself in front of a mirror as a blue rubber tiger. Your head has morphed into that of a rubber tiger, complete with a rubber hollow gag on your mouth, plugged deep down your throat. You recall the sensation of a rubber collar around your neck, from which a gooey substance spread, transforming your entire body into this sleek, blue-white rubber. Your hands and feet are now rubber paws, squeaky and shiny, with fingers and toes that are nothing more than decorative, unable to grasp or manipulate.

Frantically, you try to remove what you think must be a mask or suit. You pull at the rubber encasing your head, but it stretches and snaps back like elastic, healing to its original form without any sign of wear or tear. Hours pass as you search for a zipper, a seam, any sign of an opening, but the suit is seamless, a second skin you cannot escape. The dildo embedded deep within you vibrates incessantly, driving your arousal to maddening heights, but the chastity bulge ensures no relief, no climax. Exhausted, you let your hands fall, succumbing to the relentless stimulation until sleep claims you once more.

When you awaken again, you're in a different room, your hands now transformed into useless mittens, further sealing your fate as a rubber creature. Yet, amidst the helplessness, there's a strange acceptance, even enjoyment of your new form.

Suddenly, another figure enters—a rubber lion, similarly clad in a functional suit that mimics his feline form. He approaches with an aura of command, yet his touch is gentle as he grasps the collar around your neck, pulling you closer with a long rubber strip. His voice, though muffled by his own rubber head, is soothing as he guides you to follow the program embedded in your suit.

You find yourself naturally falling into the role, embracing the lion, exploring each other's rubberized bodies with a mix of curiosity and desire. His purring, "gru... gru..." sounds fill the room, a comforting, animistic acknowledgment of your interaction. Soon, the lion's arousal becomes evident as his penis forms from the bulge in his suit, growing to a formidable size.
Turning around, you present your rubberized anus, ready for what comes next. The lion doesn't make you wait long; he aligns himself and slowly, deliberately, enters you, filling you completely. Both of you moan, the sound muffled by your rubber encasement but no less intense for it. The suit's auto-program kicks in, syncing your movements, heightening the pleasure until it peaks with the lion's climax. A flood of rubbery goo fills you, a testament to the successful interaction of two perfectly matched rubber toysuits.

As the lion pulls away, you're left not with a sense of release but with the knowledge that you are now ready for another round, another transformation, another purpose in this bizarre.