Shibari Version

#ZeoCommZaturday

Hunter in training (NSFW)
“Species: Prowler has been duly pacified. Beginning subjugation routines. Your place is at our service, a lowly beast to do our bidding”
An ending scene fan art for the game Prowler!

🎨: Anonymous
🎮: @grovedevelopment.itch.io
✍️: @SirIzike

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#ZeoCommZaturday

One of Many (NSFW)
"Log #--- Recording Process & Timeline Branches. Reviewing latest footage."
When defeated, Zeo’s will tp to another timeline, escaping death. That’s why she wants him for the experiment.
Nightflaid owned by @screwattract.bsky.social

🎨: @flukey-man.bsky.social

Can't stop once you started... or, feels so good you never want to stop? Either way, you're a rubbery bat now, so just keep going!

My latest commission is finished, yay!
I spent a lot of time on it, but it turned out well.
"Red Dog wanted to experience being a Bespa member, so he tried going to Bespa Company's contracting company to work with the Bespa members, but it seems he's being bullied by No.107" 1/3

2/3
This seems like really hard work, even using the body of bespa no.107, or is it just bullying? >:3

A person is encased in a tight, black rubber/latex animal suit by the Nonut-bit, a sinister nano-tech construct designed for control and punishment during No Nut November. The suit covers every inch of the body, featuring a thick rubber penis gag in the mouth, a hollow plug in the rear, and a chastity device on the genitals, all preventing release. A timer starts upon encasement, and vision is obscured, heightening vulnerability. A button on the plug triggers intense vibrations or transforms it into a lubricated hole when pressed. Ejaculation resets the timer, extending confinement, and after 90 days of failures, the suit merges permanently with the host, transforming them into a rubber toy, forever locked in chastity and stripped of their original form.

The Nonut-bit: A nano-tech goobit for No Nut November! This programmable latex suit traps its wearer in a tight animal costume, complete with a gag, plug, and chastity device. Fail to resist? The timer resets, and after 90 days, it transforms you into a permanent rubber toy! #rubber #chastity

Fennix, now the unwilling lifeguard, looked out over the beach, wondering if he would ever get used to his new rubbery existence—or if he was doomed to spend the rest of his days as a squeaky, latex shark, patrolling the shore in his absurd lifeguard outfit.

"Must be some fancy new sunscreen," Fennix thought, smiling to himself as he popped the cap open. The scent was surprisingly pleasant, a mix of coconut and something oddly metallic. Without much thought, he squeezed out a generous amount of the cream and began to apply it to his fur. As soon as the cream touched his skin, it began to tingle. At first, Fennix thought it was just the cream doing its job, but the sensation quickly intensified. He looked down in horror as the cream turned into a thick, rubbery goo, spreading rapidly across his body. "Whoa, whoa, what's happening?" Fennix yelped, trying to wipe it off, but the goo clung to his fur, covering his torso and limbs in a matter of seconds. His fur and skin seemed to merge with the goo, which began to solidify into a shiny, rubbery material.

His groin was encased in a smooth, chastity-like mound, leaving him with a strange, null bulge that was both confining and oddly arousing. As the goo spread further, his arms and legs began to change shape, elongating and thickening into powerful, rubbery shark limbs. Fennix could only watch in shock as his once bushy fox tail shrank, transforming into a small, streamlined shark tail. The goo climbed up his neck, encasing his head in the same rubbery substance. Fennix tried desperately to claw at it with his new shark arms, but it was no use. The goo had a mind of its own, molding his head into that of an anthropomorphic shark, complete with sharp teeth and gills.

"Come on, come on!" Fennix grunted, using all his strength to try and peel the rubber mask off, but it was fused to his skin, unyielding. The transformation was complete; there was no trace of the fox he once was. He was now a full-blown rubber shark, his every move accompanied by the squeak of latex against latex.

But it wasn't over yet. As Fennix stood there, bewildered and adjusting to his new body, another layer of goo began to ooze out from his transformed skin. This time, it didn't encase him—it dressed him. The goo solidified into a shiny rubber lifeguard uniform, complete with a bright yellow shirt that clung to his new muscles, and tight red latex shorts that highlighted his sleek, shark body. A yellow whistle appeared on his chest, a red hat on his head, and a loudspeaker attached to his hip.

On a sunny beach day, fox Fennix found a mysterious bottle. After applying its cream, he transformed into a rubbery shark lifeguard, complete with a shiny uniform! 🦊🐋🏖️

Among the many innovations, nano-goo technology had captured the city's imagination. This latest craze had applications ranging from fashion to entertainment. Clothes could change at a thought, morph into any form, and even become a second skin. In the world of sports, it found a unique and profitable niche. Travis had heard about lucrative mascot positions at the local stadium. The Lions, the city's premier baseball team, were famous not just for their on-field performance but also for their state-of-the-art mascots. These weren't typical foam costumes; they were living avatars of the team’s spirit, thanks to new nano-suits. When Travis accepted the job, he was led to a sleek, ultramodern changing room beneath the stadium. The job seemed straightforward: wear the suit, perform at games, and entertain the crowds. The manager handed him a small vial filled with shimmering, silvery goo. "This is the new version of our nano-suit. Just pour it on and relax! The nano-suit will handle the rest." Travis hesitated, staring at the goo. "Just... put it on?" he asked, uncertainty in his voice. "Yep, it’ll do the rest," the manager replied nonchalantly. Taking a deep breath, Travis 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 hardened into a smooth, white rubber skin. His heart raced as it climbed his neck, sealing his mouth with a gag that filled him with 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 shaped Travis into a powerful rubber creature. His muscles bulged, and the mirror reflected a majestic lion with gleaming white skin and a black rubber nose. His human features were hidden beneath the lion's visage. His eyes, linked to the suit, blinked with the lion's eyes, reflecting every emotion. A thick rubber tail swayed behind him. "There you are! You'll be a new star in our mascot team!" the manager exclaimed. Travis tried to adjust but found only smooth rubber. His intimate parts were locked in chastity, his butt sealed with a rubber plug. "Oops! Forgot about that bulge," the manager chuckled. "For safety, it's locked. Maybe a few weeks of training or longer..." Travis's heart sank at the thought of being trapped. The manager warned, "You need to control yourself. The suit will block inappropriate thoughts, and there are penalties for trying to bypass the system." Travis nodded, his head heavy with the lion's mane. The idea of being stuck in this state was unbearable, but he needed the job. The suit was designed to sustain him for years, with no need for removal.

"Wow, he looks so hot!" A voice echoed as a shiny rubber tiger entered, his body gleaming under the lights. Travis turned to see a group of mascots, their bodies transformed, squeaky and shiny, eyes gleaming with camaraderie and something more primal. "Time to start your training, hurry up!" another mascot chimed in. Travis followed the manager to the practice field. The mascots moved with fluid grace, their rubber bodies squeaking with each motion. Travis struggled, his arousal making every step a challenge. He tried to focus on the training, but the suit amplified everything—the squeaks, the rub of rubber against rubber, the lingering gazes. Weeks passed, and though he grew more accustomed to the suit, the constant denial drove him to the edge of madness. One day, alone in the changing room, Travis tried desperately to remove the suit, but it was useless. The nano-goo had bonded completely. As years passed, the lion mascot became a legend, admired by all. But no one knew the truth about the man inside, lost to the rubber and endless frustration.

When Travis accepted the job, he was led to a sleek changing room. The manager handed him a vial of shimmering goo: "Just pour it on, and relax. The nano-suit will handle the rest."
#rubber #transformation #lion #mascot #chastity

Bubble Gum, a nimble fox with golden-brown fur, was a master of misdirection, slipping through city alleys and the Grizzly District junkyard unnoticed. Known as an untouchable myth among gangs, he pickpocketed with precision and vanished before anyone realized. But at a bustling fair, seeking his next score, he felt a tug on his foot—sticky, alive rubber. A mocking voice sang, “Oh my little boy~ Let's give a hug~.”His ears flattened as he faced HR, the rubber-bodied hyena hero from the Grizzly District, rumored to trap criminals inescapably. Panic surged, and Bubble Gum sprinted, dodging stalls and carts. HR’s rubber arms shot out like vines, snaring his waist and blocking his path. In moments, he was encased in living rubber, muffled and immobilized.“Gotcha,” HR cooed, reeling him in. The rubber morphed into a vacbed, trapping Bubble Gum’s agile body in a vulnerable pose. The tightness teased, stirring shameful arousal. His heart pounded as HR’s slick hands toyed with the taut rubber, tickling sensitive spots. Bubble Gum’s muffled cries grew desperate, his body betraying him under the relentless pressure.Struggling only tightened the grip. HR attached a vibrating GPS tracker to Bubble Gum’s bulging cock, its pulses driving him mad without release. “Relax, my boy. They’re coming to collect you soon~,” HR purred, signaling the police. Trapped in the squeaky rubber, Bubble Gum’s every twitch intensified his torment, the device teasing endlessly. The police would come, but relief wouldn’t. Criminals like him didn’t deserve it.

Bubble Gum, a nimble fox known for evading capture, met his match at the fair. HR, a rubber-bodied hyena hero, trapped him in a living rubber grip. Despite his struggles, Bubble Gum was encased tightly, unable to escape. HR's teasing touch and a vibrating GPS tracker intensified his torment...

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.

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. His penis and balls were squeezed and reshaped, molded into a smooth, featureless bulge. 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. 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. 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.

For @hexblue.bsky.social, based on his awesome works.

Some doodles for my friend, mhonmhon.

Daily pajamas. I woke up like this.

Your head has morphed into a rubber tiger, complete with a rubber hollow gag on your mouth, plugged deep down your throat. 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.

Thats a good willing host! Not worrying on giving their owner themselves to serve as a goo'd battery~

with @tiagah.bsky.social ~! ;3

Everytime he flexes his muscles , even from minor movements, it edges him more and more...

Venom always sees Eddie playing with his little friend so he decided to give him a bigger and better one, he won't need the old one anymore!

Commissioned by @K1nkMega on Twitter!

Someone stole his clothes while he was distracted, what a rude thing to do! Luckily someone from the gym staff was there to help him.

Aldebaran always keeps his enemies VERY close to him.

̶N̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ let the core of your Supernova Suit collapse!

In the process it will cause intense pressure on the user , the impossibility of removal, as well as irregularities in its shape.
User also has an intense desire to suck energy from other suits.

Symbiotes don't have sperm so he had to improvise.

He doesn't care about Eddie's anatomy😔

They can't have a single "normal" day because Eddie is a freak☹...

The personal trainer was known for achieving extremely fast results, but no one knew how he did it.

Part 2

Orcs are only considered true warriors in their tribe after passing the rite of passage. The ritual is optional, and only a few people return.

The ritual is so intense that those who return find themselves completely changed, and with completely unrecognizable personalities...