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"There you are."

The voice is deep, gravelly, and right in your ear. You cry out as you're grabbed, strong arms whipping around your body to hold you in place. You try to lash out, to fight, but he's much stronger than you. He's got you in an iron grip.

"Thought you could get away, huh?" The ExVeemon drawls, pressing his snout to your ear. It's cold to the touch, rubbery, and your body shivers in response. You try again to shove him off, pushing your muscles to their limits, but he doesn't budge. His grip on you tightens, accompanied by a slow, dry laugh. "Nah. You're not leaving me now."

His hands play over your clothes, claws picking at your shirt and pants, grazing over your skin when they pierce through the cloth. Your stomach drops as he tears your shirt right off your body and you wince as he touches you, rubbing his cool, rubbery hand over your bare chest. It travels lower, tickling over your belly, and lower still until he cups your crotch. "Stay still," he murmurs into your ear, kneading and pressing wherever he likes. A jolt runs through your spine.

You freak out.

He doesn't even acknowledge the reaction, easily able to hold your writhing body whilst groping you. You still struggle. You have to get away. His hand slips away from your crotch, moving down further. His claws dig into your jeans, grabbing a clump of the material, and your heart leaps as he rips them right off. Your underwear goes with them, mixed into the shreds of cloth he throws to the side, and already without your shoes and socks, you're left naked.

Dread fills you. Your limbs are heavy, your breath shakes and stutters, and he seizes the opportunity. He wrenches you backwards, pulling your body tight to his, pressing his cool, rubbery skin into your own. His nose brushes up against your ear again, hot breath cascading down your neck.

"That's better, huh? You're not gonna need those anymore." He jabs his tongue into your neck, painting a line of saliva across your skin. Your breath catches in your throat, your body trembles, and your limbs twitch. His hands move again, rubbing up and down your body: unwanted, sensual touches to your chest and stomach. You jerk at each one, trying to pry him off of your body, but his grip on you is tight. He chuckles right in your ear, and says, "Yeah. You're ready."

He shifts, and something long, cool and thick, presses into the small of your back. Your blood runs cold. He purrs, sensing your anxiety, and wedges it between your cheeks. His erection is warmer than the rest of his body, but still made of that same rubbery material. With some nudging and teasing, he pushes it into your hole, forcing a gasp from your throat. Your eyes widen, but despite your shock the entry is slick.

"That feel nice?" he chirps, weaving his fingers around your cock. He grabs it between the digits and slowly tugs on it, smirking as your body trembles in his hold. Your cock swells, becoming erect in his hands within seconds. Your face burns. Shame rushes over you like a waterfall, and again you try to throw him off, eyes wide, chest tight and heaving, but he won't relent. His hand moves faster, fingers pressing harder, squeezing your cock as he works you, and all the while he's slowly rocking in and out of your body, steadily stretching your hole and drinking in your shattered breathing with a knowing smirk.

"Yeaaaah... That's good, right?" He traces a line up the length of your shaft with a rubbery claw, swirling his finger around the tip of your cock. You buck instinctively into the touch, chewing your lip to stop yourself from making any more sound. The Digimon snorts, and with that he gets faster, pulling and tugging quicker and quicker. Harder, rougher, eager to see you to completion. "You're just perfect for me." You clench your toes as he builds you up to climax. You're shaking, heart pounding. "That's it. Almost there." Your breathing grows heavy: thick puffs of air from your nostrils. You're going over the edge--

It never comes.

The Digimon releases your cock just before you finish, leaving you hanging on the edge. You snort, your body numb at the dejection. Seconds pass where he just nuzzles into your cheek, pressing his nose to your skin and taking long, shuddering breaths. Not touching you anywhere else. It drives you insane.

Before long his touch is back, stroking your erection. Edging you toward orgasm. Your lip trembles, mind spinning as you get nearer and nearer.

He pulls away again.

"Good boy," he purrs. And again, and again until you're weak in the knees with need. He grabs you one more time, his hand a blur on your cock. Faster. Faster--and he stops. A chill tears down your spine this time, and as you look down, you see it. Strands of cold, white rubber spreading over your cock, crawling over your skin. Heart leaping to your throat, you jerk in his hold, eyes wide. What the hell was that stuff?

"So close..." He doesn't let you focus on it, yanking you right back into his touch. He draws shapes over the sensitive head of your dick, teasing the glans, and your body convulses in response. Your cock drools into his hand, and you breathe hard through your nose, a whine threatening to tear through your throat. You have to cum. You need to cum.

It goes on for minutes, stretching just past five before he stops, and--refused an orgasm again--you whine. The rubbery goo envelops your cock throughout this: no skin left showing by the time it's finished. Your cock aches harder than before, and you visibly shake as he brushes his hand past it. The Digimon shushes your whimpers, drawing away to fondle your balls instead. It doesn't take long for that same rubbery material to spread, quickly consuming your sack and drowning out any hair.

He grips your cock one more time before pulling away. The rubber surges up like a wave, hooking onto your cock just as he releases it, and every nerve in your body explodes. Your brain burns in bliss. You stretch your neck back, eyes squeezed shut as the rubber coils around your cock, tugging it down and cutting off the blood flow. It softens. Your arousal should be dead, but somehow you're still teetering on the edge of orgasm. Another wave of rubber surges up from your balls and collapses over your crotch, sealing both them and your cock in a smooth rubber bulge.

The sight leaves your head fuzzy. Where your cock should be is just a white sheet of rubber. It's wrong. Panic flares inside your chest. Your heart kicks into overdrive, but your brain is numb; there's static in your head. Your limbs aren't working. All you can do is stare.

The Digimon gropes your sealed cock, pinching and pulling at the bulge, and you nearly keel over in pleasure. It still throbs beneath the rubber, aching for release. It's so intense, far more than ever before, but the friction he supplies isn't enough to push you over the edge. You groan, frowning and fidgeting, bucking your hips into his hands. Not to escape, but to cum. You need to cum. Your cheeks flush. So, so desperate..

Nothing.

"Such a shame," he coos, drinking in your frustration. He runs a finger around the bulge and grins as you hiss in need. "You're so close." He nuzzles into your neck, puffing warm air from his nose and smearing strands of goo into your skin. They wrap around the trunk, trickling down your back. "Don't worry. You won't need to cum ever again." He grazes this thumb over your crotch, sending you into a near rut from just the touch. His eyes watch your face. Hungry. Patient. "You only need me, now."

His hands roam again, sweeping up and down your body. The rubber ropes out from your crotch, looping up and coating your taint and behind. A powerful chill rips through you as it pushes inside your hole and coats your insides, making you slicker and easier to fuck. He presses his hands to your chest, fingers tweaking your hard nipples until they're swallowed under the rubber. It creeps around your chest, staining your sides and wrapping around your back. His tail coils around you like a snake, strangling your legs. Rubber oozes off onto your thighs. You can't move like this.

The rubber continues to spread, and your skin tingles as you're coated, the cold goo washing away any trace of human flesh and replacing it with a smooth, rubbery sheen. The sensation crushes your lungs, a cold wave rocking your body. Your breath hitches, altered upon return. Sharper. Faster. Desperate. Your limbs tremble. Your heart races. You have to get away. Chest tight, you wrench your arm out of his grasp, using the adrenaline boiling in your blood. If you can knock him off balance or surprise him, you can still get away.

Unfazed, the Digimon snatches your arm back, grabbing the other one before you can react and twisting the pair of them back behind your back. Your stomach sinks. Any hope you had evaporates, leaving your body cold and numb. He snorts, tightening his grip on you.

"Too slow." He yanks you back even tighter to his body, trapping your arms under his own. "I told you already--you're not getting away."

Defeated, you sink into his hold. Higher and higher the rubber climbs, never stopping once to rest. Creeping up your neck, circling around until it's enveloped the whole thing, barely tickling your face. Your eyes widen as the cold material pushes up the back of your head, flattening down your hair as it crawls upwards and around the sides of your skull. The Digimon cups your neck, crushing your windpipe as he snakes his fingers up to your chin, the touch leaving your cock buzzing. He tips your head back and shifts his own to the side, grazing your cheeks against one another. His eyes glimmer, and his muzzle stretches into a sharp grin.

"You're gonna be all mine."

He punctuates the last word by grinding his hand into your crotch, and you let out a strangled cry in response. Ecstasy rocks your entire body, and your mind goes blank. The rubber chooses that moment and surges to life, climbing onto your face, coating your forehead and rest of your hair. You snort, eyes wide and heart thumping as the goo closes over your eyes, blocking out all light. It trickles down your nose, and it barely reaches the tip before it overpowers the rest of your features, sealing them inside a thick layer of blue and white rubber.

The world goes numb around you, and your cry for help dies in your throat. All you can feel is the rubber, and the Digimon crowding you. He's touching you again, stroking your shiny skin, moulding your body into shape. He kneads and stretches your face out into a muzzle, shorter and rounder than his. He yanks your ears back, zigzagging them behind your head. Your spine itches as your tail grows out, and you convulse when he tugs on it, your cock shuddering. A stubby horn pushes out from your new snout. You wrinkle your nose as the changes finish up, the thick scent of rubber filling your nostrils.

"Good boy," he whispers in your ear, in your head. Echoing through your mind. Deep and husky. Dripping with lust. "Mine. My toy. All mine."

His voice--his words--are like whiplash to your brain. Your mind heaves and spins. The world around you stops, and whilst you're left reeling the goo continues to coat your body. You crack your eyes open halfway. Light filters in, and the sight of your snout forces your stomach into a tight knot.

"My toy," he purrs into your ear. His cold nose presses to your cheek, and smooth feeling of rubber against rubber leaves you shaking. It destroys your rising panic, leaving a ringing in your ears, and a numbness in your bones. The goo coats your hands and feet, and little claws push out from the tips of your digits. "You want to be my good toy, don't you?. My obedient Veemon."

His hand glides down your legs, peppering feather-light touches to your sensitive bulge. A jolt rips through your body, and another, and another. It's like you're being shocked. Each one is stronger than the last, and far more intense than anything before. Your nerves erupt. Your heart races. You want to scream. What the fuck was happening to you?

"Good boy. Good Veemon."

You try to pull yourself away from him, but he tugs your right back in. Closer, his nose grinding against your face. Tremors coat your skin. You screw your eyes shut, but it somehow makes it worse. Makes it harder and harder to ignore. "Give in to me. Good plaything."

"Good toy."

His voice is louder now, swirling around your head. Each word shakes you to the core, driving ecstasy through your entire being. You try to fight him, try to shake his words off, but your thoughts are slipping away. You're a...human. You've always been a human.

That's right... right?

More touches. More rubbing. Your nerves explode again. Hands on your body: twisting and teasing, fingers digging in. All of it leaves a pleasurable burn on your rubbery skin, and it goes straight to your sealed cock.

"Give in," he whispers, and even the puff of air against your skin makes your arousal surge. "Good Veemon."

"Good toy. Good plaything."

Your head throbs. It's difficult to reject what he's telling you: painful even. It's like a block in your brain you can't break. You're slipping. Drowning. Head getting foggy with lust and need, your brain being overpowered by all the sensations tearing through you. By his voice and his words.

You don't want this. You... Are you sure you don't...?

"This is good." He paints a wet streak up your cheek, his tongue rough and warm to your skin. Your thoughts evaporate on the spot. "You want this. You wanna be mine."

You groan. It feels amazing. Every touch feels right.

You want this.

"You're mine. You love being mine, don't'cha?"

You... You love it?

The last few strands of rubber cover your skin, sealing you inside the suit forever. You hardly notice it.

"Such a good Veemon," he husks, voice oozing with lustful hunger. Another grope to your bulge leaves you weak in the knees, but his iron grip stops you from falling. "Such a good, needy Veemon." Something clicks in your brain, like a light switch being turned on. A needy... Veemon. That's what you are... That's what you'll always be... A good Veemon. He grips your face and tugs it to the side, facing his own. Your snouts bump. His eyes burn into your own like twin crimson suns. You can't breathe. Your head is like lead. It's so hard to think... "My perfect Veemon. What are you?"

Your breath falters, eyes glassy and fogged up. Something's strangles your chest. Your cock aches with need.

"I-I'm... I'm your perfect Veemon."

A squeak of rubber fills the air as he pulls you into a kiss. Your lungs seize. Your heart hammers against your chest, and your mind shatters to pieces. Thoughts and memories drain away, human worries and anxieties and needs all vanishing. Gone forever. Replaced with obedience. You give yourself to him, opening your whole body to him. Your entire mind; your entire being.

He grasps that offer: pushing his tongue past your lips, swirling it around your mouth, batting it against your teeth. You let him take whatever he wants. You let him control you. A deep, rumbling purr follows, spreading through your entire body, leaving a burning hunger in your stomach.

The warmth pulls away, and an aching emptiness rolls over you. An urge. A need for more. Your mouth is cold, a rope of saliva connecting it to your Master, and you want nothing more than to kiss him again. His lips curve into a smirk, tongue hanging from his maw much like your own. Your chest heaves as you greedily suck in air, the world hazy and unfocused in front of you.

"Mine."?

Your mind crumbles all over again. The whisper sends you into a rut, pushing yourself back onto his cock. You're desperate. You want him deeper inside you. You want him to fuck you. You want him to take you. Own you. Control you.

He grips your waist, and you wrap your own hands around his for support as he complies, driving his cock in and out at a brutal pace. It smashes into your prostate, building you higher and higher to an orgasm you'll never achieve. He growls into your ear as he moves, breathing hard, just one word over and over. Mine. Mine. Mine. Your cock aches. Your skin burns. Your eyes roll upwards.

He fills you. Warm cum splatters your legs, trickles down your skin. You don't care. Body tingling all over, you flare your nostrils, drinking in the scent of sex.

"There," he says, not pulling out of you. He's still hard. His girth is a perfect a fit for your new form. "Isn't that better?"

He rubs over your bulge, and you gurgle in approval, lost in a thick fog of lust. You're a Veemon. You're a good, needy Veemon.

Why would you want anything else?