No longer in control of your own actions... you see your own shiny body, ever so tight against your fur, move against your own whims, squeaking as they grab the additional clothing in the box... you can barely think as the hypnotic spirals continue to leave you in a lust-driven daze... piece by piece... the suit dons more of his clothing, his jacket, his belt... his gloves... his choker...
bit by bit, with every squeeze and squirm...you lose more of your semblence of self
"We're gonna have looots of fun you and I~" The Gatsby suit mocks as he slides on the gloves, his final piece of latex wear. You, having become so willing and obedient, moan back, still shuddering from the constant waves of latex pleasure barraging your entire body.
looking through the small eye holes in the hood you now see him slowly making it through the door outside, the cold night sky brushing against your latex skin. Not that either of you mind.
After all... you're just a host to the suit. Nothing more.~
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I mayyyy have gotten a little carried away and did a bit more shading then anticipated lol
Also on that Note, Rigged the Lucario is now trapped inside the Gatbsy suit till Thanksgiving until further notice :)
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