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This is a commission for Guri , with an idea born from discussing various story propositions and with Guri providing lots of feedback and thoughts on how to proceed with the idea. Months and a few iterations later, here is the story for you to enjoy!

Illustration for the story at Rubber Kitty Suit [Commission]

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Lambeth's waking up when he did was not anticipated. His hosts were unsure on how much anaesthetic they needed to put the human to sleep for a long enough time to get through with everything, and hence when he stirred and his eyes opened, it came as a surprise.

He stood, more or less upright, although his feet barely touched the floor. His weight was held up by mechanical actuators from under his arms that made sure that he would stand up and remain so for the duration. This Lambeth did not perceive other than by the feeling of tugging on his arms. He found out soon enough that he could not turn his head, nor open his mouth. His face felt numb and there was a curious pressure he could not explain.

Everything was blurry. He thought he could see vague shapes somewhere in front of him, although none of it came into focus. The movement was easier to discern, but that offered no explanation.

Where am I?

The thought was easily on top of his head. He had no idea where he was and what was happening. His mind was dull, thoughts moving slowly and without clear direction.

His toes touched the floor but his feet felt too heavy to move. And his hands...Lambeth realized that that they were held above his head by the same weighty presence that seemed to suspend him into place.

What's going on?

He couldn't move. He didn't know what was happening. His heart was starting to beat faster despite the chemicals still coursing through his system.

"Hhhhh...ppffff..."

That was the only sound that his gagged mouth could produce.

*

Beyond the invisible barrier separating Lambeth from the rest of the room, its other occupants were arguing to one another.

"He should still be sedated!" the cougar growled while his paw pointed accusingly at the transparent tube on the other side of the room filled with bizarre-looking equipment.

A dithering otter looked up from a bank of displays on the console they were standing next to, and gave the cougar a mournful look. "His biological signatures are accelerating, Doctor."

"He must be figuring out what's going on," their third companion, a fox, noted.

"Maybe we should abort," the otter said.

The cougar hissed.

"We're just about ready to start the next phase, I'm not going to be cancelling the procedure because you are inept!"

The otter's ears flicked down.

"There seems to have been a miscalculation in regards to the rate of metabolization, and perhaps due to the pH difference - "

"Let's just go on," the fox sounded more confident while looking over to the strange tube and its occupant. "He's still woozy enough and restrained. He won't be causing any trouble."

"Can your machine handle it?" the cougar questioned.

"Of course it can," the fox said, "he might not end up being quite as pretty as we intended but it'll work. And once it's on him, he won't be giving us any trouble by moving."

The cougar looked at the readouts on the console again. It seemed to be reassuring him of the same facts that the fox had offered. Then he looked at the suspended male inside the tube. The hairless creature did not elicit many emotions in the cougar besides mild curiosity. There certainly was no pity, nor compassion while he regarded the captive subject.

"Alright," he said, "seal the mask and start the printers. I presume the priming is complete."

"Yes, sir," the fox said. "The entire sequence has been loaded."

"And you keep an eye on him," the cougar glared at the otter. "If he spoils everything, you'll be held accountable for it!"

The otter shook his head quietly. The fox tapped on the inbuilt keyboard.

"Closing the bio-mask and activating internal filtration," the fox said.

The cougar looked at the captive again. He could still see the human's eyes, through the holes in the strange grey mask that covered his head. They were the only part of his body that was still visible. A tap from the fox on the keyboard made even them disappear when iris-like shutters snapped into place.

*

Lambeth was plunged into darkness that made him tense further. He could not move, and the air he drew quickly into his lungs suddenly felt warmer than before. The strange humming he could hear also began to grow louder.

What the hell is happening?

Heat flashed onto his feet and his legs, enough to make him gasp into whatever was covering his face now, as well as his eyes. The heat was not enough to burn, but it made his skin grow goosebumps. He tried twisting his legs as if trying to escape from the sensation of the heat on them, but found it impossible. The feeling grew more intense and it was also growing, rising along his calves and over to his knees.

*

"The initial nozzle settings appear to be sufficient," the fox told to his colleagues in the laboratory.

"How much longer?" the cougar asked.

"Fourteen minutes," the fox said. "Before the curing and surfacing."

"Right," the cougar said. His eyes did not leave from the sight of the tube and the many mechanical arms moving around the suspended body in its midst.

"Endocrine activity is rising," the otter said meekly, "cortisol and adrenaline levels are high."

"He doesn't know what's happening," the fox said.

The cougar's whiskers moved with his chuffed breath.

"I prefer them like that," he said. "Makes it less messy for us. Let the others handle the rest."

"Do we know what he did?" the fox asked.

"He was in the wrong place in the wrong time," the cougar replied without passion.

*

It felt like hot water sizzling around him, not burning but setting his skin ablaze. Lambeth tried to move but he was almost paralyzed. He couldn't even flex his fingers. Something squeezed on them, like gloves, he thought, but without seeing them he could not tell for sure. The air was oppressively warm, too. He felt lightheaded.

Did something happen to me? he thought, near panic. "Is this a hospital?"

They had been preparing for their arrival to the commercial spaceport at Danton's World. He could remember that much, the buzz of activity that always preceded such an event. Everyone onboard had been excited about the upcoming arrival to the exotic world, with promises of bonuses, wages and many adventures to be had in the many amusement facilities provided for weary space travelers. The spaceport offered the usual arrangement of bars, gambling, brothels with every species and gender variation imaginable and then some, shopping and restaurants serving food other than the synthetic grub available onboard the ships. For any spaceman it was a home away from home, and whatever morale would challenge them there.

It meant that things could also go terribly awry as well, Lambeth realized. Had something gone wrong in such a big way that he ended up in some sort of a hospital undergoing emergency treatment? Lambeth remembered a plasma burn on his arm that had required him to dip his extremity into cellular entertainment jelly to fasten the healing process. Was that what was going on - that there was an accident and he had received such burns that he was going to be covered in the stuff, sitting in it like a fish in a tank?

Why can't they hear me? Why can't I even speak?

The itching, hot feeling had reached his hips and enclosed more and more of him by the moment.

*

"Interesting pattern you have chosen for this one," the cougar told to his vulpine colleague.

The fox's paws operated the controls on the console without him needing to look at them.

"As per the orders," the cougar got his response, "they asked for some interesting stuff for this one."

"I read the report," the cat said.

"It is a somewhat challenging texture, but the three-dimensional plan is being followed to within 2 percent of spatial accuracy," the fox said, "at least he's not ruining it by moving too much."

"Must be wondering what the hell is going on," the otter said.

"We are not responsible for his thoughts or feelings," the fox said. "We're just trying to do a job here."

The fox's paws moved noiselessly with him making adjustments to the process unfolding in front of them. The human was looking less so with every passing moment, indeed, the nozzles spraying golden and brown tints over his pale skin made sure of that. Even that wasn't enough for the effect that these three men wished to accomplish. For that they needed the mask, besides the other purposes it represented, as well as the other implements attached to the body secured within the transparent cylinder.

"Good job," the cougar said. "He's looking better by the moment."

"I presume he is still doing well," the fox said.

"Vital signs are stable, but the oxygen level is dropping," the otter said. "The internal recycling system is not designed for long operation."

"It will do," the cougar said. "We can't attach leads yet, it would ruin the patterning."

"Indeed," the fox said. "I've already had to adjust the mix."

*

Lambeth wondered if he was both blinded and drowning in hot liquid. The strange burning sensation had terminated with his neck, but he could imagine the unseen fluid still rising. A low thrumming hit his ears, as if something was touching him that he could not quite feel. The pressure he felt around his entire head did not change, but the noise...the noise concerned him.

Help! his mind went. Anyone!

*

"...now some extra detailing and then the cure..." said the fox.

This phase did not last very long, and once it was done, the mobile nozzles moved away from the suspended body upon their arms and withdrew from him.

"Still stable," the otter said, although he felt that his colleagues did not pay much attention to him. They simply stared at the tube and its occupant, now entirely alien for their view.

"Looks like we got very close to the pattern we wanted," the fox said, "any minor adjustments can be done later, if required. I am sure that they will be very satisfied with the result."

"Let's not wait for too long," the cougar said. "That material costs more than we earn in a year. We don't want any complications."

"You always say that when we're waiting for it to set," the otter said.

The cougar's tail swung sharply, but his mood was too good to afford further displeasure from him.

"Initiate the cure," he said.

"Activating the shield," the fox said.

A brief alarm went off.

"Warning. Warning. " an electronic voice announced. "Energy shield is now in place. Do not disengage until the process has been completed."

The previously transparent tube milky white. Its new coloring hid its occupant and whatever happened beyond their view.

"And initiating the cure beam now," said the fox. "I will start at 25 percent and go up to 75 percent."

"Remember to ensure the texture preservation," the cougar said. "They want it to be pliable and soft."

"This new material is great," the fox said. "The tensile strength is extraordinary."

The cougar looked at the tube which now appeared to shimmer slightly, even with the shield in place.

"I expect it will need to be," he said.

"Worth every credit," the fox said. "And then some. The matrix generation appears to be almost complete."

"Good. We are right on schedule for him to be picked up as agreed to," said the cougar. "I do not think that they would be happy with any delays into the procurement."

"He'll be ready," the fox sounded confident.

"There won't be much time for acclimation," the otter commented between the two, "there may be trauma."

"Nothing we haven't dealt with before," the cougar, his direct superior, said. "They always submit in the end."

"I'm sure this one has some fight to it," the fox smirked," they will like it."

The cougar's gaze flickered between the shining tube and the numerous readouts on his console.

"Just doing our jobs, everyone," the feline said.

*

Lambeth didn't know how long he stood there, first with the burning sensation, then something that covered his entire skin and made it prickle and crawl. He lost the track of time, and could only concentrate in breathing the strangely warm air through his nose. He was still unable to open his mouth and felt only that grip-like weight around his jaws, prompting him not to try any further.

What if I'll run out of air?

The old spaceman's fear surfaced in his mind and occupied his thoughts until suddenly the tugging weight on his arms disappeared and he felt the ground move beneath his feet.

Lambeth collapsed to his knees and then went on a roll over to his side in a nauseating, head-spinning movement that left him wanting to yell out in surprise and discomfort. He laid on something cold and solid and he shivered. His body slowly pulled into a fetal position, out of instinct.

What is happening?

He heard a hiss and the air he breathed became colder and scented with something he could not identify. Chemical, almost metallic, and very strong. It made him want to cough and snort and he did so, and found himself capable again. Even his mouth was moving again, and although he still felt pressure there, he was able to part his teeth.

"Ahhhhh..." he breathed.

He was still blinded, however, his head spinning and any attempts at moving causing another wave of vertigo to overtake him. Lambeth panted and did not dare to move more lest he started to throw up. His stomach clenched uncomfortably. It felt mercifully empty but reminded him that he did not know when he had eaten.

"Uhh..."

He panted, and slowly his breathing started to become deeper and steadier.

"Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz."

A strange sound filled his ears.

"Pick him up."

It was a voice, something he could discern and understand. Someone was coming for him, Lambeth thought. He felt a twinge of hope.

"Uhpph..."

He was still unable to speak. He couldn't react other than huff with surprise when strange rubbery-feeling hands - a number of them he couldn't count in his confusion - picked him up and hauled him away.

"Hhpjj!"

Lambeth tried moving his heavy limbs. The hands upon him held him down onto something, a softer surface than the one he had been lying on before.

"Strap him down!"

He was too weak to offer any resistance to whatever happened to him upon these orders. Some unseen bindings kept him from moving, and a whirring noise accompanied motion that came not on his own accord. The surface he was on was being moved, and he rode upon it without control.

"Hhhhhhhph!" the man gasped in his desperation.

Robbed of his senses, Lambeth had no idea what was happening to him, nor where he was going. His panicking brain tried to count the turns and movements his unseen transport took, but he was soon confused and could not continue on it. He did not know where he was taken. The people who accompanied did not speak during the trip, not to give more orders or to comfort Lambeth in whatever trouble he was in.

What's happening???? his mind screamed.

His mouth could not form the words. It felt like an elastic band that was wrapped around his lips and made it impossible to speak. The nausea did not make a comeback, for which he was grateful, but some parts of his skin still tingled in an inexplicable way.

The motion came to a standstill.

"Put him down there."

He felt a falling sensation and the weight that kept him down disappeared, and then he felt a cool surface underneath himself again. The hands pushed him and were followed by the noise of footsteps.

"Hhhhh..." he gasped.

In his darkness, there was no way to really tell how long he laid there on the cold floor. He was curled up and wondered on the continued constricting feeling that surrounded his face. The floor under him didn't feel quite right either. He knew it was cold and hard, but the sensation was none the less oddly dulled and made no sense. Lambeth wondered if it meant that some drugs were still in his system - he was sure he had been drugged in some way and that had made him to forget where he was or how he had gotten there in the first place - but the answer remained beyond his reach. His stiff fingers and toes were another question. It felt difficult to move them, even more than the rest of himself. He might've even been wearing gloves, he thought, but being unable to see, he couldn't tell.

"Sit up."

The voice was commanding, and unkind. It sounded strange to him.

It was coming from close by, too. Lambeth had not heard anyone entering the room. He wondered if someone had stayed there ever since he had been brought in, or whether he had simply missed it.

"Sit up I said!"

Lambeth's body suddenly jerked into movement without his own accord. His limbs twisted sharply backwards and jetted him up from the floor by the involuntary motion. The young man felt a hot twinge of pain from his shoulder as if his arm had been twisted, and in a way it felt so as well. His elbow and his leg pushed him into a sitting position before both of his palms went flat against the cold floor before stopping on their tracks. No amount of trying let him move them, and his legs were similarly immobilised without giving him a chance to manipulate them into a new position after their strange chorea-like motion propelled by unseen forces.

"GUhhh!" he gasped, and panted.

"That is better. Now look at me!"

How was he supposed to look at anyone, Lambeth thought. He was still blinded by the unseen thing wrapped around his head. He couldn't even complain about the fact, with his mouth unable to move.

It was very suddenly that his ability to see returned. The light hurt Lambeth's eyes and forced him to close them tight before he dared to open them again. The light wasn't very intense after all, and he slowly grew able to see more of the room where he found himself in. The main points he could see were a nondescript wall and in front of it, someone standing wearing white coveralls of some sort.

That someone was not human. His face was feline, his fur tan and quite smooth. The eyes were sharp and looked decisively strange for the young man staring at him through his yet barely functional eyes. The creature's facial expression was impossible to read for Lambeth, whom simply stared at this being standing only a few meters away from him.

Who are you!

His lips made the motions but no sound came out besides a quiet, nondescript hiss.

"I don't care who you are," the cat said, "not really. It is not my business to know the details."

"Whhhhh!" Lambeth managed to gasp out.

What is he talking about?

His attempts to move fell short once again.

"I simply provide my clients with what they want, and based on the...materials I am given for my disposal," the feline continued while glaring at the seated human in front of him, "I think you have turned out quite well, all things considered. I hope that they will be very pleased with you."

Clients! Disposal? Well?

His mind was becoming disjointed with the fear and terror that gripped Lambeth's mind.

"I think you ought to see...yes...perhaps so."

The feline lifted one of his arms up and touched upon something he wore about his forearm. It must've been a computer link, thought Lambeth, for a few taps later part of the wall behind the cat turned into what was either a mirror or a display screen, because quite suddenly Lambeth could see the reflection of the cat, and then...himself.

He could only be sure that it was him because when he blinked, the eyes staring back at him blinked as well. The creature on the wall bore more resemblance to the feline standing in the room with him, rather than to the person Lambeth knew himself to be.

Whatever had been done to him, it covered his entire body in what looked like striped skin in various tones of gold, copper, yellow and black. His head was that of a cat, of this Lambeth was sure. His face was elongated and he had whiskers, and ears, just like the scowling cat whom still looked at him.

He even had a tail - a long, striped thing that laid on the floor next to him, as unmoving as the rest of Lambeth, and it coiled up to where the very bottom of his spine must've been touching the floor in his current seated position.

Lambeth could even see his feet, and they no longer looked like his own, but had large toes that terminated in claws and the undersides were dark and padded.

He wanted to scream.

"I am quite happy about the outcome. We only use the best materials," the cat said, sounding smug.

This isn't happening.

He struggled against the unseen force keeping him from moving. This time there must've been enough motion visible for the cat in the room to sneer at him.

"You cannot move. I have activated the suspension mode on your suit," the feline spoke up.

My suit?

"A standard feature you will become very familiar with eventually I am sure," said the cat. "As will the others things that it provides for its wearers, as per the client's requests."

Why?

It was the only question his mind could phrase. Why was he here, in this situation, and looking like this?

"You will be delivered tomorrow. You will stay here tonight for monitoring so that we can ensure the suit is functioning properly, and that you will be ready to be transported to your owner tomorrow, We do not want to risk a sudden recall for such a prized client as your owner."

What the hell is he talking about?

"Gah!"

The feline snorted.

"You may have noted that besides being robbed of your ability to move, I have closed your jaws for the moment," the cat growled. "I think it spares a lot of trouble for both of us."

I DON'T WANT TO BE SPARED YOU FUCKER LET ME OUT!

Even that only came out as a "hhhjpppfhhhsssph" from between his teeth.

The cat appeared to have had enough. He tapped his arm device again.

"Come here and install the subject into the rest station," the cat hissed down his sleeve, "I think it's time for his first cycle."

Further taps turned the wall back to its bland greyness. The cat gave the seated human a brief further glance before he turned and left the room via sliding door without saying another word.

COME BACK HERE YOU MOTHERFUCKER!

He tried to move, he put all his strength into trying to lunge forward and to attack the cat even after he had already disappeared behind his door. He wanted to strangle the cat, to tear that ugly fur off his body until he was begging him to stop, and then he would punch that face until it would be nothing but bloodied pulp.

His mind screamed. He spent an unknown time trying to remember how he could have gotten into this place. Lambeth found his memories falling short of what he wanted to know.

He remembered the ship, of course, enroute to Danton's World. By all means he was sure that was where he was currently. Danton's World was famous throughout the local space for its curious population of creatures who reminded the numerous human travelers of the animals from their own world, although talking, walking, thinking versions of them.

The facts flowed through his mind sluggishly but made little sense. He could not understand how he could have ended up into such a living nightmare. They were meant to dock at the orbital spaceport and deliver the cargo, have some shore leave, then go on their way with a new load in their holds. He'd been flying with the crew and Captain Siston for almost a three months, hopping between the trade worlds.

He wanted to howl in terror.

The arrival of two new strange animal men into the room stopped him in his desperate attempts at moving and speaking. They were white coveralls like the cat before, but also had white masks and blue gloves that gave them an even more menacing appearance. He couldn't tell what species they were supposed to be equivalent to, with their masks, but he could see the tails swinging behind them.

NO! FUCK NO! HELL NO! GET OFF ME!

They grabbed him with hands he now knew to be paws instead, shrouded in plastic.

NO YOU DO NOT TOUCH ME!

They lifted him from the floor. To Lambeth's surprise, whatever they did to him released his locked feet and allowed him to move them again. He began to kick and flail with them, trying to slam onto the floor and slow them down besides trying to score hits at his two captors. They were in full control of him, however, and anything he did made no difference while his two strong handlers pulled him across the room.

LET ME GO FUCKERS! I WANT OUT OF HERE NOW! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! NO!

Ahead of him, a small door opened in the wall to an unseen part of the room he had not spotted before due to his head being fixed into one position. It was a cubicle of sorts and appeared to have no furnishings besides a low padded seat fixed to the rear wall. Lambeth could only think of one purpose for this cubicle. They were gonna lock him in there to wait for him to be taken to whatever his future destination was.

NO!

He tried kicking again, to no avail. His handlers pushed him into the cubicle, against his struggles. They pushed his arms to the sides and against the walls. Whatever they did now caused them to become stiff and impossible to move again, without the feeling of external restraints.

NO! NO!

The same happened to his legs, too, after their brief respite of freedom. His masked handlers pushed them over so that he was in a proper seated position, and then them too became stiff and immobile. Once happy, they moved away and left him sitting inside the open cubicle. To Lambeth's surprise, they did not close the door but simply walked away. Lambeth could see them walking over to the door and then they disappeared, leaving him alone in the room, and now trapped in this little corner of it.

It was inexplicable, faceless horror beyond his imagination. He couldn't breathe, move, nor hear anything, and there was no escaping from this room that had now become his prison. His elbows pressed against the padded side walls when he struggled to move his arms. It was to no avail. The unseen bondage he'd been put into earlier had now taken a grip of him once more, and he was stuck in this tiny space. He was not claustrophobic - that would have flunked him out of space service very early on, he knew - but the circumstances made his heart pound in his terror.

What was happening? How had he ended up in this place? Was it a punishment for something that he couldn't remember doing? Or had he just been picked as random for some sort of a horrible experiment he could not even imagine? They made holotapes like this, didn't they, movies about mad scientists and the like.

He couldn't think. His blood rushed through his ears. The mask he wore made it sound even louder. It reminded him of being inside a space suit, although this one was tighter than any he had worn for EVA or emergency drills. The reasons for him wearing it...he could not imagine.

He sat for an unknown time, and then it all grew black again.

The sudden darkness made him shudder and hold his breath. The near-panic only subsided when there was a flash of light in both of his eyes and green letters in perfectly understandable English appeared, projected from some sort of a holographic contraption in the mask.

REJUVENATION SEQUENCE READY TO BEGIN

STAND BY

Lambeth didn't know what that meant. It definitely made him tense up. He had lost control of his own fate, it appeared to him, and now this announcement only served to drive this information deeper home.

ANALYSING SUBJECT

STAND BY

The clinical words did not calm him down. It just made him even more dubious over the purpose of the contraption he'd been locked into without his own permission. The words he could understand, but their meaning refused to register in his brain. Why was it worded like he had a choice? He was tied down, he had no idea what was happening and who was doing it all to him -

ANALYSIS COMPLETE

PLANNING REJUVENATION SEQUENCE

He could hear whirring noises, coming from behind and above him. His skin crawled. It sounded like whatever machinery surrounded him in the cubicle was being activated by the control circuits.

What is happening? his mind shouted.

REJUVENATION HAS NOT OCCURRED IN OVER 2 DAYS

DEEP CLEANSING SEQUENCE SELECTED

What is this?

The noises intensified. It felt like his entire body was starting to vibrate along with whatever happened around him in his small prison.

BEGINNING PROBE INSERTION

DO NOT LEAVE THE REJUVENATION BOOTH

How was he going to leave it anyway? He was locked in! He could not budge and now the machine was talking about - about what exactly?

The surface he was sitting on moved, or so it felt to him, at least. Not only was he unable to see, but the tight 'suit' he was enclosed in made it difficult to feel things as well. It was incredibly disorienting and only added to his terror.

Something round and slick touched his backside, almost like a question finger going into places it shouldn't.

NO! NO! yelled his mind.

The slickness pressed upwards into the cleft of his ass. In this seated position, it had a direct way over to his asshole. He might've as well been sitting on the can, and now something was trying to mess around with him!

An electric shock jolted through him, coming from the strange point of intrusive pressure against his asshole. This made the associated muscles clench and using this new leverage, the object began to slide into him.

OH GOD!

It pressed into him incessantly. The shock onto the young man's anus made it open and accept the entry due to the temporary slackness caused by the earlier shock.. Lambeth couldn't tell how deep it penetrated into him, but then the pressure grew as if the entire object swelled inside his rectum. Now his own muscles clenched around it, trying to expel the object that had been put into his ass. Lambeth panted. He'd never experienced anything of the sort before.

PROBE LOCKED

COMMENCING COLONIC IRRIGATION

DO NOT LEAVE THE REJUVENATION BOOTH

The earlier discomfort from the entrance of this so-called probe suddenly turned into true pain. Something warm flowed into him, fast enough that it caused the walls of his rectum to stretch with the bulk of the liquid entering into Lambeth's body from the wrong end.

"Hghhhh!" he groaned out.

The growing heat spread inside him. Lambeth wanted to scream, but the mask prevented him from making such over vocal gestures. His insides cramped and churned with the continuously increasing bulk of the pulsing warmth in his violated bowels.

COLONIC IRRIGATION COMPLETE

DO NOT LEAVE THE REJUVENATION BOOTH

Lambeth had no idea why such barbarous things were happening to him. The purpose of this ordeal still escaped from him. It was impossible to think with the waves of discomfort going through him. His stomach ached and it felt like his bowels were going to explode in the worst bout of diarrhoea he could imagine.

BEGINNING BLADDER PROBE INSERTION

DO NOT LEAVE THE REJUVENATION BOOTH

The latest announcement barely had the time to register in Lambeth's mind before the physical sensations associated with the words on his field of vision became more than apparent. Something unseen grasped his penis and held it in a strange, enveloping grip.

No! NO!

He felt a coldness on his tip and then pressure that was soon burrowing inside him as well.

THEY'RE FUCKING ME UP!

The rod - or whatever it could be called - was blunt, relatively narrow, and slipped inside his urethra without any real resistance from Lambeth's body. It seemed to have the ability to bend into the contours of the route inside the young man. Unknown to him, of course, the probe excreted a lubricant that only eased the passage further.

STARTING DEEP CLEANING: BLADDER IRRIGATION

DO NOT LEAVE THE REJUVENATION BOOTH

If getting his ass pumped full had felt strange and unpleasant, experiencing the same for his bladder was beyond Lambeth's words. His body was confused on what it was meant to feel upon such a violation, and responded with shudders. His abdominal muscles trembled as if they were having a fit. His bladder expanded beyond normal sensations of having to take a piss, and when he thought he was going to burst the expansion ended, but the feeling of fullness persisted.

"GHRHHHHHH!" the bound man in striped rubber yowled through the mask that served as his gag.

It felt like his entire lower body was on fire. The discomfort was unlike anything he had experienced, and he could not imagine how long it was going to take until it would finally end.

BEGIN DRAINAGE

DO NOT LEAVE THE REJUVENATION BOOTH

The dash of hope soon turned into further grimaces and groans from Lambeth. Pressure on his bladder caused it to empty into whatever tube had been pushed into him. The object in his ass expanded even further when it took to a greater size so that whatever had been inside him was forcefully expanded by the pressure and weight of the fluid within his rectum. Although the sensation of the fullness inside him was a relief, he could not celebrate it.

BEGIN SECOND COLONIC IRRIGATION SEQUENCE

DO NOT LEAVE THE REJUVENATION BOOTH

The anal horror repeated twice, with him filled to the bloating point and then emptied, until it was all over and he was slumped in the invisible bondage that kept him in place. Lambeth felt tired and broken, his mind in turmoil and his body still store from the activities of the mysterious mechanisms on his body. Although the probe in his penis had disappeared, thankfully so, the object in his ass remained and kept him uncomfortably full and wanting to squirm on it.

FEEDING SEQUENCE INITIATED

DO NOT LEAVE THE REJUVENATION BOOTH

A plastic nozzle pressed against his lips and began to dribble a slightly sweet, watery liquid into his mouth. Lambeth swallowed in what was almost a reflex. Hunger was the last thing in his mind but a part of him knew that if he did not eat, the ensuing weakness would mean he had no strength whatsoever to resist his captors' activities upon him.

That thought of course implied, he realized, with a hint of hysterical optimism, that there truly would be a time for him where any resistance would make a difference and would not be hindered by the intricate machinery that trapped him within this high-tech prison.

Eventually, the feeding ended and he sat there, bound and helpless, and stuffed up until finally it withdrew from him and he was left alone for the moment.

PROBE UNLOCKED

SYSTEM RECHARGE SEQUENCE INITIATED

DO NOT LEAVE THE REJUVENATION BOOTH

His skin tingled as unseen power was transferred into the material that enveloped him entirely in its strange cocoon. The buzz it caused in his ears was almost hypnotic, and for a while Lambeth wondered whether it was meaning to be another way to control him, besides the bondage and the fear he felt with every passing moment.

Time seemed to lose its meaning in the near-silence where his own heavy heartbeat was his sole companion.

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