From Hyena to Lion's Plaything (Patreon)

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As he moved through the maze-like habitat, the floor beneath him suddenly gave way to a pool of thick, vibrant rubber goo. Tentacles of the goo shot upward, latching onto his legs and arms with a grip that was both firm and yielding.

HR yelped, trying to pull free, but the goo held fast, its elasticity stretching with his movements but refusing to break.

The goo began to spread upwards, enveloping HR's body with a relentless advance. It climbed up his legs, over his chest, and along his arms, transforming him into a shiny, glistening figure. HR struggled, his movements frantic, trying to peel the goo away, but it was as if each piece he pulled off stretched back into place, more resilient than before.

Panic surged as a rubber dildo pushed deep into his anus, sending waves of stimulation and vibration through his prostate. His hands were encased into mittens, removing any chance of escape, his fingers useless against the binding latex.

Within minutes, HR's hyena form was completely encased in a lion rubber suit. His chest and abdomen bulged with muscles, and his manhood was locked tightly in a round, big null bulge adorned with a lock symbol.

The latex goo formed a pillar, connecting the end of the dildo in his ass to the floor, holding his feet bent and stuck. Every movement sent vibrations and stimulation to his anus, but the locked chastity device denied him climax. His mouth was forced into a round, hollow shape, ready to be used. A big, tight black rubber collar around his neck restricted his head movements, adding to his helplessness.

After some time, HR was removed from the floor and moved to a cell. His arms remained bound behind him, his legs still bent at an awkward angle, feet sealed to the pillar that was now an extension of the dildo deeply embedded within him. Every attempt to free himself only pulled the dildo back in, each retraction followed by a thrust that made him moan in a mix of pleasure and despair.

He struggled again and again, trying to pull his legs as far as possible to dislodge the dildo, but the rubber's elasticity ensured it snapped back, thrusting deeper into his anus and eliciting moans. Exhaustion and futility began to set in. Soon, HR would give up, becoming a good lion toy, ready to be used and abused.