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Brian, a dark rubber lugia, Ken a rubber latios, and Ryan a rubber latias with their larger rubber wings, and squeaky bodies. They’ve enjoyed themselves during their day staying at Toys-4-U megastore. Obtaining the suits, getting a gentle hypnotic suggestion to feel as much as their pokémorph’s selves as possible. They sit in the back of a limo, bodies squeaking against one another as K-2003 the rubber black and Cyan sergal toy sits beside X-2953 a purple, black and hints of yellow rubber doe toy. They lean back squeaking against the black leather seats.

“This one is glad you decided to take it up on its offer,” says K-2003 as it looks at them with a smile.

“It is our pleasure, a free trip to the Razzle Dazzle Salamander Casino? What’s not to love about that?” chuckles Brian as he adjusts himself in the seat of the limo, “It is a tight fit in here with us on this side,” he adds in.

“This one will admit; your addition is last minute, so it was not able to get a limo to accommodate your kind so easily.”

“It’s alright. We are really enjoying these suits, the sensation of feeling as if we are pokémon is amazing,” Brian wiggles with a squeak.

Ken remarks, “Yeah, it’s good. I can see why Ryan would want to be a female latias,” he chuckles looking over to him, as the female suited human male looks out of the window.

“It’s… nice,” he softly responds.

“This one sees the hypnotism is fading after about what was it? A day after the fact?” K-2003 inquiries.

X-2953 replies, “This one believes it wore off about twenty-five hours or so, so they’ve been only under a mild influence of it for the last two hours?”

Brian nods, “It feels like that. Though the sensation is lingering in the back of mind at least. It’s welcoming, almost addicting if I must say,” he explains.

“This one sees,” K-2003 rubs its chin, “This one wouldn’t want it to be too addicting. Enjoyable and wanting to do it again but not feel compelled to have it done at the expense of things that are more important.”

X-toy asks, “On a scale to one to ten, one being you won’t do this again, and ten is you will do anything to be that state again, what do you think?”

Brian thinks for a moment, “Honestly, I think an eight for me.”

“Me? Huh, I like it but give anything? Hardly, six for me,” stated Ken.

Ryan squirms a little and says softly, “Seven for me.”

“That’s a nice round set of reactions.”

“This one thinks so as well, but it had a thought, if you’d allow this one to try a longer set up, with further enhancements to allow you three to fall further into the role of being latex anthropomorphic pokémon.”

Brian looks at the toy curiously, Ken gives feigned disinterests while Ryan squirms a little as he says in a soft feminine voice, “How so?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well…” K-2003 leans back into the chair causing a loud squeak, the toy wiggles its rump, its breasts jut out as its hands rest in the back of its head as the toy shows everything off as Brian and Ryan look at the toy with greater interest, “Toy knows customers like to really get away and take a vacation from themselves. We at Toys-4-U like to see if we can make this happen. We have short term mental getaways, as with your hypnosis suiting, and our drone masks, but we want to try a much longer method. If you three are willing, we could test something we have in the works. It will give you all some fun entertainment on the flight,” K-2003 explains.

“Do you mean we could go deeper and have more fun wearing these?” asks Brian.

K-2003 leans forward as it brings its arms down, arching its back as it squeezes its breasts together, “Yes!” the toy wiggles its rump.

X-toy adds, “We will need you to sign a non-disclosure waiver, and we will need to keep track of your experiences to ensure no long-term effects. If you don’t mind signing this document,” the purple doe toy says as it pulls out from a nearby handheld device, “If you sign this here, you will agree to our TOS and our NDA.”

Brian looks at the screen and then back at his rather big winged rubber fingers, “How do we sign with these?” he asks wiggling them.

“Yeah, these aren’t the nimblest,” remarks Ryan.

“Do you have to make this so complicated?” grumps Ken.

“Simply put your hand on it, state your name and that you agree to the terms, and it will count as an electronic signature,” X-toy explains.

“Why didn’t you say so in the first place?” asks Brian.

“Apologies, this one didn’t think of it till it was asked,” the toy explains as it holds out the device, “Do you agree to them?” it asks.

There was a moment of silence as the three rubber pokémorph suited humans look at each other before they quickly agree. One by one they place a rubber hand on the device, state their names and that they agree to the TOS & NDA.

K-2003 watches with glee and excitement as they do so, the toy wiggling its rump with a squeak in the seat as it looks out of the window for a moment, “We are still a little way away from the airport, but shouldn’t matter, we are going straight to the plane. This one has been informed, its prepped and ready to go as soon as we board. This one hopes you don’t mind the rush.”

“Are we going onto a private plane?” asks Brian.

“Yes Well, it’s private to us, there won’t be any other customers or users on it that aren’t flying the plane. Are there X-toy?”

“No Toy Mistress, there isn’t,” the purple doe toy replies.

“Good. This one will admit, it anticipated your agreement, so it has already gotten your pokéballs all ready for use,” K-2003 looks over to X-2953,” they are going to be ready, right?” it asks with a hint of concern.

“They are ready Toy Mistress. This one has personally ensured they are ready for the long trip there.”

“Wonderful!” K-2003 explains.

“Question,” says Ryan softly, “How long is this flight?”

K-2003 stops its excited squeaking and thinks for a moment, “If this one recalls, it was about a thirteen-hour flight from here to there.”

“Thirteen hours!” exclaims Ken.

“It is pretty far, but such wonderful tropical casinos do tend to be far out there in the middle of nowhere,” K-2003 explains.

“That city is known for them, it's like a tropical Las Vegas,” remarks Brian.

“I hope they are catering to all interests,” remarks Ken as he looks off to the side.

“I think it will be fun, but it is a long trip, but you said all expenses were paid?” asks Ryan softly, looking as if he was regretting to ask the question as soon as he asked.

K-2003 nods, “Yes. This one has some money it can use for this, and it will be wonderful data on our current projects to advance toys for adult patrons such as yourselves,” K-2003 explains.

“This one agrees. It would be a great opportunity for us. There are so many pokémon in the area, it will be a great believability and fitting in test as to how well you interact with natural born pokémon.

“But aren’t most of them salazzles? Which are women?” asks Ken with a hint of annoyance.

“There are a lot of salandites and salazzles there, but this one is confident that there are things you can enjoy while there, the gender of the company not including,” K-2003 explains.

“Great,” Ken remarks sarcastically.

“It is great, isn’t it?” K-2003 responds with a rump wiggle, the toy’s tail squeaks loudly, “We’re almost to the airport too.”

“We’re almost to the airport? It took us over an hour and a half to drive from our home to your super megastore. It’s only been like thirty minutes,” Brian remarks with surprise as the other two give the faintest hint of perplexment.

“Yes. We are going to this one’s local airport.”

“Ah, okay… wait what? Your local airport?” asks Brian in astonishment, his body squeaks as he shifts slightly in the cramped back section of the limo.

Ken raises a rubbery eye ridge, “How do you have an airport?”

K-2003 blinks and tilts its head, “Because it needed it.”

“Because… you needed it?”

“Yes.”

“Why does a fuck toy need an airport!” exclaims Ken.

“Ken, calm down,” says Brian as Ryan flinches and looks out the window.

“A lot of its production facilities are in the area, and this one discovered through cost-benefit economics that it would be economically beneficial and cost-cutting if it had its own airport in the area so its fleet of transport planes can take its products across the globe at lower shipping costs. Other companies rent space at its airport to further lower costs and keep it active outside of its company’s activities. Furthermore, it provides a nice economic boost to the local area, and with low-noise planes that have been developed over the last few years, it cuts down on the noise-pollution that would otherwise have been a problem to the local populace. This one takes much into consideration when it comes to such options when expanding its company. Users that aren’t customers are still users and they need to be taken into consideration with every decision it makes as a company,” K-2003 explains as the three reply with a long blank stare, even Ryan was drawn to it and just look at it.

K-2003 smiles, its breasts squeezed together as it leans closer, “This one hopes it helps explain why we are going to K-2003 Airport.”

“Wait, I’ve heard of that one. I read it on the internet, people claim it's some secret military base,” says Ken.

“This one is not sure why. Toy has gone there and told them it is not, and that this one is the owner of it, but after they said rather mean unfounded things, toy just shrugged it off and continued on with its day. This one’s job is to make people happy, if what it was doing responding to them angered so, it won’t spend the time to agitate but go off and help others be pleasured.”

X-toy nods, “Well put Toy Mistress.”

“Thanks, this one tries,” K-2003 replies as it leans back, its hands gently drag across its body making the squeak even louder as it looks off to the side, “Looks like we are here,” it remarks.

Brian looks outside to see limo driving along a road of the fenced off area of the airport. Commercial cargo planes are taking off, landing, being taxied off to one area or another, massive warehouses are being loaded or unloaded to and from the planes. The limo stops only briefly at the main gate before being let into the airport proper.

“So where do we check in?” asks Brian as he watches as the limo drives deeper into the airport.

“Check-in? This one knows who you are. This isn’t traditionally a people airport, though on occasion a few private planes do come, and we have basic services, and appropriate security, but in this case, everything has been organized and settled.” K-2003 explains.

“So, is this how the rich travel? Through private planes and such?” remarks Ken as he looks at his two friends.

“I’ve made money through my poker skills, but I never traveled via a private plane before,” replies Brian.

“It will be a fun experience, I think,” Ryan softly comments.

“Yes, this plane is privately owned by this one’s company. This is a business trip, so all the expenses are appropriately covered,” says K-2003.

“I’d certainly hope so. It would be a low move to get us on the plane then expect us to pay for it,” remarks Ken.

“Ken! You could be a little more grateful,” complains Brian.

“I am. I’m merely saying that it would be a low move to do so, nothing more. I didn’t say I was accusing her of it, now was I?”

Brian sighs, “True.”

“This one is so glad you all could come and agree with the terms. We are going to have so much fun, you are going to get us so much needed research data, and this one hopes we all have a wonderful time!”

“I’m looking forward to it. It will be nice, relaxing. I’ll play a few card games, see some of the local sights, perhaps have a bit of fun here and there,” says Brian.

K-2003 nods, “Wonderful. Toy can’t wait!” it wiggles its rump with a squeak as the limo stops, a moment later the door opens as a dark blue, double-breasted hermaphrodite sergal with orange highlighted bits opens the door.

G-2273 bows, its naked body save for its cuffs and collars show off its shiny reflective body well, “We are here Toy Mistress,” it states.

“Thank you G-2273, you are a good toy,” K-2003 responds as it motions for the others to slip out first.

The suited humans wiggle out of the limo and are greeted with a rather large cargo plane prepped and ready for departure. Along the side of this behemoth is a massive decal of K-2003 laying across the side of the plane in a tasteful lewd pose, the toy’s arms and tail perfectly hiding anything that would cause it to be truly adult. Below it, it says, “Toys-4-U, Adults lives, need adult toys.”

Brian and Ryan stare at the decal with slack jaws while Ken gives it only a passing glance as they set out. K-2003 pops out of the limo right after them and says with a big smile on its face, “Ready to board?”

Brian and Ryan are snapped back to reality, “Board? What this? It’s not a passenger plane.”

“Yeah, shouldn’t private jets be small, sleek and made for a few people to ride?” asks Ryan as he looks at K-2003 with concern as X-toy slips out of the limo, the big dark blue sergal closes the door and gets back into the limo and drives off.

K-2003 tilts its head, “But this one owns this plane. It is privately owned by this one’s company. Therefore, it is a private plane. One which will take us to our destination. Come! Come! We don’t want to keep everyone waiting!” K-2003 responds with a rump wiggle as it practically prances off to the back of the plane.

“You make weird friends Brian,” remarks Ken as he follows the toy.

“He does realize we are one of them, right?” softly inquires Ryan.

“We are in rubber pokémon suits, it's hard not to consider things weird,” chuckles Brian as they climb into the plane from the back-storage ramp. They are greeted by large shipping crates tightly strapped down to the plane, providing only a single aisle walkway down the middle, forcing those following the sergal toy to look at its shiny rump as it motions them to follow.

“Come, come your seats are near the front.” K-2003 yells, its voice and squeaks of its body echo through the plane.

“Is it safe to travel via a cargo plane? Don’t they... you know… don’t pressurize the cabins?” asks Ryan as they enter the front revealing their three rubber pokéballs the black rubber insides slick, shiny, inviting as they are open waiting for them to sit back inside, but the important question just asked draws their attention back to K-2003 who turns around, hikes its rump with a slight eager wiggle and responds.

“You won’t need to worry about that. Your pokéballs will keep you nice and safe, and us toys are fine.”

“That doesn’t give me confidence,” remarks Ryan.

“Oh don’t worry you will be fine. The plane will be pressurized, and temperature controlled. Extreme temperatures aren’t good for latex and leather,” K-2003 explains.

“See, nothing to worry about. Toy has our best interests at heart,” Brian replies.

“That this one does. This one wants you to be happy safe patrons who will enjoy themselves as total latex anthropomorphic pokémon during the entire stay at the Razzle Dazzle Salazzle Casino,” K-2003 says happily as the hydraulics of the plane hiss as the back begins to close up.

“With us on board Toy Mistress, we are all packed up and ready to go,” says X-toy as it squeezes through the back and past the trio to a set of computers which are well secured to the plane on the side opposite to the pokéballs.

The plane starts to vibrate slightly as it begins to move, the slight tug of inertia confirming what the purple rubber doe toy just said. K-2003 nods and looks to the three, “It would be best if you three sat down in your balls. Remember passengers are to remain seated when the plane is in motion.”

“What about you?” asks Brian as K-2003 ushers him over to his pokéball.

K-2003 gives a big smile, “Silly, this one is cargo, not passengers, toy can walk around all it wants.”

Ken leans over to Brian, “I told you… weird.”

“It’s a good weird… mostly,” Brian replies as he looks at the pokéball with anticipation. Memories of the previous day linger in the back of his mind, causing his breath to grow heavy, taking in the sweet rubber scent that surrounds him, and the thicker musk-like aroma from the pokéballs themselves.

They step inside, their tails squeak softly as they slip into the warm inviting ball, the rubber seats curve to their bodies, compressing slightly with a long squeak, leaning back as sitting in a giant rubber covered memory foam chair.

As they leaned back they felt the slight rumble of the plane as it was preparing for takeoff. K-2003 and X-toy were by the computers looking over things, talking to one another, but from this distance, it was hard to make out specific words. Brian would look to his right and see Ken who leaned back and rests his hands on the armrests, wiggling into the chair to get comfortable. Ryan on his left was looking down at his female suited body once again, his giant rubber fingers that makeup part of his wings run across his body with a squeak, but when he caught Brian looking at him he squirmed and placed his hands on the armrests.

“What is to happen next?” asks Brian as he looks at the sleek cute rumps of the two toys as they chat. K-2003’s long black rubber tail sways from side to side as the doe’s purple ass is pert and just enough hint of submissive nature. The doe wiggles it’s little tail causes Brian to become slightly aroused.

“We will get your pokéballs ready. The adjustments have been made, but we will be monitoring and improving the hypnotic trance and provide some extra enjoyment for your ride. Doesn’t an inflight hypnosis does sound delightful?” asks K-2003 as it turns to them, the plane rumbling as they feel the inertia tug as the plane begins to lift off.

K-2003 and X-2953 adjust their balance as the plane lifts off the ground. The trio in their rubber suits feel the pull of gravity tugging them into their rubber chairs as K-2003 with a flick of its wrist, without even looking presses the button that activates the pokéballs.

“Enjoy your time in there!” K-2003 says as it waves them off the front of the pokéballs close around them, sealing completely as they are enshrouded in total pitch-black darkness. A soft hiss fills their ears, as the rubber creaks as it expands around their bodies, their arms are lifted up and tightly held in place by the rubber pillows.

Their breaths are hot and humid which fill the air around them before a second hum fills their ears, the air cooling down, bringing a level of comfort as they find themselves less and less able to move. At the same time the hum is steady with a white-noise effect, blocking out any possible noise of the outside world as for the next few minutes they feel the cool sensation of the air and rubber around them, the tight embrace of the inflated pokéball as any rock or jolt from the plane is completely absorbed, leaving the trio with the sensation of floating in the middle of nothingness.

Steadily they are further lifted off of the chair, the hum of air over their faces, their human form squirm within the inflated rubber suit, which is further pressed down into their bodies. A slight squirm escapes Brian and Ryan as Ken holds firm as they stare into the nothingness.

The white noise is steadily relaxing, drawing their minds out to think of random things, but steadily they begin to think of nothing at all, as a soft beat is added to the background noise. The cool sensation and complete relaxation grows further still. There is nothing to distract, nothing to focus on, the pure nothingness just draws themselves deeper and deeper, falling even more into the floating weightlessness of their pokéballs.

In the darkness, the hum filling their ears, they felt every muscle steadily relax. Slow deep breaths, there was nothing else to do but relax. Brian and Ryan were rather into this moment, gentle memories of what happened last time caress their thoughts, bringing a tinge of arousal as Ken though relaxed felt impatient.

“When is the fun going to begin?” he thought as he felt a tingle of arousal between his legs which he promptly ignored, wanting more.

Suddenly a white dot appeared in the darkness, it was impossible for them to ignore, this one spec of light in the void of black. Their eyes instinctively focus on it. The dot moved, slowly, circularly small at first, but steadily growing more and more, leaving a faint trail that faded into the void. Steadily the trial lasted for a second, two seconds, three. Slowly the white light forms a swirl that performed an optical illusion that drew attention back to the center, where the light began.

“Relax,” whispers a soft yet dominating female voice into their minds.

Ken squirms slightly and he would roll his eyes upon hearing he is getting “female” hypnosis treatment but his eyes were following the light. That moving light, the only distraction to the tight embracing rubber void they found themselves in.

Brian and Ken fell even deeper as the voice spoke to them, reached out into their minds, “Relax. Breath in… hold… exhale… nice and slow. Good. Relax, and listen,” the voice spoke drawing them all ever deeper into a relaxed state. The balls squeezing their bodies more, “You are not in a suit. You are a normal rubber pokémon. You are not human. You are a type of pokémon,” the voice spoke as they squirmed and wiggled tugging at their thoughts, edging them to repeat.

“There are no suits, only rubber pokémon” the voice speaks as the balls inflate more, squeezing down on their bodies, holding them firmer into their place, leaving only their eyes to listen and watch the hypnotic pattern before them.

They feel the tight rubber of their suits, which conform around their bodies. Every inch of their naked skin rubs against the rubber, their subtle human movements adjust the suit accordingly, the resistance given by the suit transmits to them, adding to the double layer of bondage they feel from the suit and the ball.

“Relax, there is no suit,” the voice repeats drawing them deeper into a trance as on the outside the purple doe toy looks over the computer screens, “They are accepting the initial hypnotic trance. Though this one thinks if we went with the hood suiting system like the with Cynder-Drone series, we could get the same results with less chance of failure,” it explains as it looks up at K-2003.

K-2003 pressing its breasts down on the doe toy which bleats in happiness looks down at the screen and runs its cyan claw tips along the does side, reaching over and giving the doe’s breasts a nice firm squeaky squeeze, “Yes, it could but that is not what the customer would want. To slip into a pokéball and pop out as your favorite pokémon for a day, or a week, happy, blissful, lustful, enjoying what you believe is to be you, and to come back from the brink, cheerful, fawning over the experience like a hot date that you just had? You can’t do that with the drone style hoods. The mindless blissful pleasure is popular, but we can’t trust that only one way to draw happy customers in will work for all. Nope,” K-2003 explains as it wiggles its rump and looks over to the pods, “But they are being receptive thus far correct?”

“Yes Maker. They are,” X-toy replies as it nuzzles up into K-2003’s breasts.

“Hmm, it seems we might try to add to the experiment to get them to completely forget they are wearing a suit, starting with the sensation of it all.”

The doe looks up at K-2003 and bleats softly, “What do you suggest we do Maker?”

K-2003 gently grinds itself against the other toy with a long squeak as it goes over to the computer console, reaching over and typing in a few buttons, “We open them up slightly, and give them a delightful but diluted version of what makes us toys so great in the early stages of molding?”

“Do you think that is wise Maker?”

“After all these years, we’ve known the effects of our juices aren’t permanent. We’ll make it like a vapor, like them old fangled things people did to do instead of smoking cigarettes.”

“You mean vaping Maker? People still do that.”

K-2003 looks down at the doe, “They do?”

“Yeah, it hasn’t gone away.”

“Huh, this one didn’t know that.”

“You need to get out more Maker.”

“You’re the one in the lab most of the time.”

“This one loves its lab.”

“This one knows, why it keeps you there, even though you have fewer customers to please down there.”

“It is hard work, but it's gazelle and doe toys that you have given this one do help a lot.”

“They are good at what they do too.”

The doe toy bleats and blushes, “That they are.”

“Now…” K-2003 types into the console, “Let's get this started. You are set to sensitivity aren’t you X-toy?”

“Yes Maker, this one is.”

K-2003 wiggles its rump, “Wonderful!”

“You are really going to have them smoke us to help lull them into a deeper trance?”

“No… mostly just you,” K-2003 grinds as it hits enter.

Back in the pods the trio’s struggles are almost non-existent as they focus on the spiral the rubber around their heads begins to squeeze and press down around their heads, the rubber slides across their rubber heads, leaving a trail of thick goopy rubber that is akin to licking ice cream off of an ice cream cone. The main part is there, but there is a slick trail left behind. This trail hardens and forms around each of their heads, they feel the grip of rubber around the rubber of their heads, as a set of rubber gas masks designed to fit perfectly their unique Lugia, Latias, Latios head designs. A rubber tube attaches to the front, the lenses clear and further focusing them, not that they could see anything else anyway. The spiral glowed a little brighter, their lenses now showing the same glow offset slightly to one another to perform a three-dimensional optical illusion spiral that sends a tingle down their spines. They feel the exhale and inhale of the rubber inflating and deflating with every breath.

A rubber tube snakes its way through the rubber that is inflated around their “floating” forms, squeaking and whistling as it moves to the end of the mask and attaches to them, flooding cool air into the mask. A sweet lingering aroma is in the air, they take a deep breath and they feel a shiver run down their spines, their minds pace faster and faster as they feel a twitch in their nether regions, each of them growing hard against the rubber suit which forms a sensual bulge between their legs. They instinctively helplessly hump into their bondage as the voice speaks.

“There is no suit. You are rubber anthropomorphic pokémon,” the whispers in the back of their minds the swirls drawing their attention as their mental defenses are ever so weakened with each breath.

Outside K-2003 checks computer console, “Ah they are opening up, this one thinks that is enough of its own,” K-2003 remarks as it looks down at X-toy as it holds a long dildo with micro holes in it, the soft whistle of suction comes from it. Attached to the base is a long tube that goes down to a central “Chamber” before being diffused into all three of the pokéballs.

The purple doe pants softly with needing bleats as it kneels between K-2003’s legs. The toy’s tail wiggles as it squeaks softly, the doe’s eyes locked on K-2003’s dripping cyan sex as the clitoral hood closes, while the toy holds this dildo device right underneath catching the few drips.

K-2003 with its rubber rump hiked, tail raised, leaning over, with breasts squeaking slightly between the toy’s arms it looked at the screen, “This one thinks it's now to give a nice dose of sensitivity training. We can monitor the reactions and if it works we can have it as part of an enhancing experience,” suggests.

“Wonderful idea Maker,” X-toy responds as it takes the dildo and rubs it against its rubbery folds. The doe toy moans softly with a squeak as its slick fluids are slowly sucked by the machine, the purple-rubber fluids flowing down the tube and dispersing into the pokéball pods.

K-2003 looks down at its fellow toy and grins.

“Maker?” the doe toy bleats as K-2003 reaches down and gently caresses the toy’s head.

“You need to be nice and needy to produce the fluids needed,” K-2003 says as it brings its crotch closer to the toy, “Open wide toy, you need fluids to keep up your strength,” K-2003 commands as it breaks the seal from its sex once more, it’s clitoral hood reaches out and licks across the toy’s lips with a soft squeak.

X-2953 shivers with delight reaching out to lick across the clit hood as a shiver runs down its spine, its arousal increasing severalfold as K-2003 gently yet commandingly grips the back of its head and pulls its lips up against its sex, forcing a deep kiss as the clit hood wiggles in and wraps around the toy’s tongue, drawing it out and forcing the toy to lick.

“Good toy. Now lick and get yourself going. You deserve something nice from this one, and don’t forget to milk yourself,” K-2003 commands as it lets out a soft moan. The doe toy wiggles and bleats as it presses its lips against the sex, the Toy Mistress’ warm juices trickling down its lips and chin as it licks. One hoofed finger hand on its breasts massaging them, squeezing its perk nipples, while the other shoves the dildo into its needy hot vent with a loud squelching squeak. The toy moans as it milks itself with the dildo which suctions out at a steady trickle its fluids which are turned into a soft sweet vapor for the three to steadily breath in.

Each deep wonderful breath, subtly adding to their arousal but also making their forms feel so sensitive, so attentive to every rub, every touch of the rubber inflating around their suits. The deep draw of the hypnotic pattern pulling them ever farther down the rabbit hole. The words speaking into their minds, echoing back and forth, bouncing around, they tense, they moan, the breath in deeper, relaxing further.

Their struggle feeling ever more sensual against their rubber bodies, rubber skin. Each breath they felt the line between themselves and the suit blur further and further. The voice in their heads reinforcing their current state of minds that they are rubber pokémon. That they love the feel of being in tight bondage, that everything was perfect as it is.

“I am a pokémon.”

“I am a rubber pokémon.”

“I was never human.”

“I’ve always been a pokémon.”

They repeat over and over, feeling themselves drawn into the words, flowing out of their tongues like sweet nectar, reinforcing the pleasing sensation that surrounds them. K-2003 looks at the screen monitoring their vitals, their mental signs as the purple doe continues to lick between its legs. K-2003 looks down and smiles, “It’s been two hours, you may cum toy.”

X-2953 bleats in delight and shudders, squeezing hard milking the dildo as an extra wave of juices are sucked right out of it. The toy’s head covered in K-2003’s juices as it’s been voraciously licking at the addictive arousing fluids. The doe toy pants and licks, cleaning up the mess it makes as K-2003 rests its head on both its hands as it waits for the toy to finish. It feels the doe toy’s tongue lick across its folds down its thighs, making sure to clean up everything before standing back up. The doe toy’s legs wobble slightly the dildo in its body still there lodged nice and deep as its sucking away its sensitizing fluids.

“What do you think of these readings?” K-2003 asks as X-toy leans over to look.

“Hmm, this one thinks they are on par with what you’d desire. At this point, they shouldn’t even notice they are wearing suits. It is mind boggling teasing to not wear them. It would think it be on level with how sensitive Thrysta is. The rubber mewtwo friend of yours.”

K-2003 nods, “That is sensitive, good thing they are wearing the suits. It thinks that will be enough, you can stop having them vape you Toy,” K-2003 states as the doe toy nods.

“Yes Maker,” X-2953 responds shivering as it pulls the dildo out with a pop, licking it clean, suckling it softly, sensually before going over to the filter box and shutting it down.

“This one thinks the next stage of their training should take effect. We have to know if their faux genitalia feel good and natural to them, otherwise it ruins the whole experience,” K-2003 says with a worried sigh as it hits a button for the next stage.

Inside the pokéballs, the three feel the hose to their hooded masks disconnect leaving them breathing the rubbery air around them through the filters. Still cool and refreshing but no longer adding to their endless needy arousal, as they feel as if they are on edge, ready to burst.

Their minds in a deep state of trance Brian and Ken feel a shift in their rubbery suits as they feel a new command enter their minds, as natural and normal as anything else, “Activating Sex Mode” and with that thought pushed into their minds the rubber between their crotches shifts and changes.

Their smooth general ratted crotches, grow sensitive, for Ken a moderately nice sized cock and balls grows from his crotch, about fifty percent bigger than his own human genitalia. It twitches and throbs against the rubber bondage that envelopes his rubbery body. Brian on the other hand, his larger dark-lugia body has more in store. A pair of massive orbs grow from the rubber, inflating like a pair of water balloons. They feel heavy, needy, as a thick massive cock a prideful display of male virility forms to add to the thick heavy ball ensemble.

“You feel your cock. It is real. It is good. You are a male Dark Lugia,” the voice whispers into Brian’s mind.

Already too weak to resist even if he wanted to, Brian responds, “I feel my cock,” it twitches, and he moans the thick girth of it hardening, aching, growing longer as arousal pulsated through it, “It is real. It is good,” faux rubbery precum dribbles from the tip, “I am a male Dark Lugia,” he simply responds in a needing yet monotone tranced voice.

The rubber that is inflated around them begins to shift and change. Some parts deflate providing “room” while others inflate more, the ball forcing Brian and Ken to move their arms forward, their hands down to their needing cocks. Their rubber fingertips touch their needy lengths, they shiver, a welcoming touch that they’ve longed for. Their bodies want to touch and embrace themselves, their lustful viral nature. Their winged fingers grasp around their cocks, holding them firm as they caress and rub through the rubber which squeaks loudly and madly adding to the white noise that fills their minds, the spirals keep their attention as they move in an automated fashion.

“Rub,” commands the voice.

“Rub,” they respond, as they shiver and moan into their rubber hoods as they touch their lengths. Brian’s thick massive cock feels so much more sensitive than Ken’s, not that Ken would know, to both they felt like they were on cloud nine. Their floating rubber embrace as they only had enough room to move their hands, partially on their own, partially with the help of the inflating and deflating rubber, making them rub their lengths even if they somehow didn’t want to do it themselves.

Ryan though was giving a slightly different treatment. The rubber adjusted his arms and through the bondage, forcing them to touch and caresses his own breasts. His eyes dilated focused on the swirls, the voice speaking firm into his mind.

“You are a girl.”

“I’m a girl.”

“Feel your supple delightful breasts,” the voice states as its sexual experience mode is activated, the command word fills his mind.

Ryan squeezes his...her breasts, the gas she breathes in enhances the sensation, the rubber suit attached to her human chest and with each forced squeeze and fondle of the supple rubber mounds feel more real than ever before. Perk hard nipples bounce along with her fingertips, a moan escapes into the rubber hood enveloped her head.

“Feel the burning lust in your sex,” it speaks out to her, a twitch, her crotch burning with need, it was throbbing? Yes? No? Yes, her clit was aching so bad, her sex twitching warm with need. Each breath she takes is like stoking the fires making them burn ever hotter as she squeezed her breasts more with her winged hands. The squeaks muffled but all-encompassing as she felt the rubber adjust around her body, lifting her up ever higher, inflating between her legs, spreading them apart, rubbing against her sensitive slit, spreading it ever so slightly, teasing the new itch while she squeezes her breasts even harder.

“You are a lovely girl.”

“I am a lovely girl,” she moans, her soft voice growing higher pitched as the rubber shifts around her, forcing her hands slowly down her body, feeling her sensual curves before her fingertips touch her sex. Her hand pulls away at first, the pleasure overbearing but she’s urged, forced to continue. Caressing her sex she slips into her rubbery folds, the burning lust growing stronger as she falls ever deeper into the hypnosis, becoming ever more one with the pokémon that she truly believes and feels she is.

Ryan rubs and caresses herself, slipping a finger into her warm hot folds, the sensation transferred to her human flesh in such a way that she can’t tell the difference, her mind creating the sensation with the pleasure to give a full sensual female sex feel. She tenses, the sex squeezes down onto her finger, her warm juices coating her fingers as the pleasure grows and grows.

Brian and Ken squeeze their cocks, pre-cum leaks from the tips as they rub harder and harder, helped by the constant inflating and deflating of the rubber bondage around them, moving their hands and arms around like a puppet, keeping their relaxed and one edge at the same time. Their intense arousal opening their minds further to the depths of the hypnosis that grips their minds. Their humanity fading away into an endless sea of latex and anthropomorphism. Higher and higher they reach their new levels of excitement. Rewards for letting themselves go. Rewards for giving up all resistance. The futility of it was not even on their minds, they did not want to fight, but embrace what they have become, what to them they’ve have always been, anthropomorphic pokémon.

Pushed closer to that sweet edge, they stand on the cliff into the abyss of pleasure. Brian and Ken feel the warm throb in their hands, Ken’s just right, Brian’s a massive log of a member, the pressure building up within them, like a volcano with a lid on its top, ready to erupt in a massive hot explosion of lava seed.

Harder they rubbed, farther they pressed themselves, the deeper they fell into the hypnotic suggestion and then came a set of words that broke the dams and unleashed a flood of sexual juices and cum out of them.

“Cum, sweet pokémon, cum,” the voice stated as the key to the lock was turned. A torrent of sexual juices flood into the pod, splattering on the rubber that envelopes them dripping down onto their suits, their hot rubber skin feels the hot juices spray out and land upon them, reinforcing the thought with “facts” that they were pokémon. How could they cum so wonderfully if they weren’t? Perfect logic. Ryan felt her hot female juices spray onto the rubber and flow down her legs as the pods began to “absorb” the rubber, recycling it for later use while cleaning their forms at the same time.

They relax further into the abyss of being a good pokémon, good anthropomorphic pokémon, their hands caressing their sensitive nether regions, caressing their balls, rubbing their sexes, slowly working their way up back to that blissful heightened state over the next half hour or more. Allowing the process to repeat itself all over again, further drilling in their minds what they are supposed to be.

K-2003 and X-toy monitor the situation from the computer consoles. X-toy bleats happily, “They are accepting the hypnosis even better now. But this one thinks we should try to limit the use of our advanced juices for such effects.”

“This one thinks it can be useful in small batches for sale. Keep it nice and regulated,” K-2003 says as it gives the doe toy a smack on the rump.

The toy bleats loudly and moans, “If you say so Maker.”

“But we will keep an eye on the effects. If they fall out what is safe for our users, we won’t. That is what testing is for,” K-2003 says with a nod.

“Yes Maker, this one understands.”

“Good, now this one thinks,” K-2003 says as there is a sudden beep coming from another computer. K-2003 curiously looks over rump hiked, as it wiggles its rump while looking, “This one doesn’t recall having a board meeting today.”

X-toy peeks over K-2003’s backside, “Oh, you didn’t know?”

K-2003 looks over to the toy as the purple doe toy bleats, “You knew?”

“Y-yes…”

“You should have informed this one. You know this one was focused on its business trip.”

X-toy bleats, “Sorry Maker.”

K-2003 leans back pressing itself against the doe toy, reaching around to squeeze one of its breasts, squeezing a nipple, “This one will punish you after the meeting. Just make sure the background image is of its office. This one needs to look professional now,” K-2003 states.

X-toy nods, “Yes Maker,” the doe wiggles its rump and goes to another computer typing in a few things as K-2003 takes a cloth and double checks its polish before answering the call. “Hello! This one apologies for being late, this one was not informed of the meeting in a timely fashion as it was currently busy trying out new products for its company,” K-2003 says with a big cordial squeaky bow, the toy’s breasts pressed against its arms. “This one hopes you are all doing wonderful today. Last it checked the company stocks were up 1.12 percent.”

A voice from the computer speakers calls out, a soft yet firm voice of a middle age woman, “Always the energetic one, aren’t you Kay Dash Two Zero, Zero Three.”

K-2003 wiggles its rump, “This one tries its best, now it thinks it would be best to start off with some of its reports unless there are other important matters to discuss?”

“Go ahead, with your reports.”

“Wonderful!” K-2003 replies as the meeting gets underway. While the three pokémon continue their conditioning. Several hours later, the flight was in the minutes of its approach. The meeting having passed an hour ago as K-2003 sits on a hog tied forced in a kneeling position, collar tied to the back cuffs forcing the toy to kneel perfectly straight as K-2003 sits on its head for support.

“Hmm, they appear to be leveled now. No further progress. We’ll have to keep an eye to see how well it sticks. Ten hours to reach the peak is a little long for the average customer, so we will need to either improve it or recommend nightly sessions during their time in the suits,” K-2003 says as it looks down at X-toy.

“Don’t you think X-2953?” K-2003 asks as it wiggles its rump, pressing itself down further on the bound doe toy.

“Yes Maker,” a muffled squeak escapes the toy’s lips as it’s being head sat on, the toy’s fingers wiggle as it squirms and squeaks against the bondage.

“Hmm, we will be landing soon, it will be unsafe to keep you tied like this,” K-2003 says as it gets up and stretches, “You will be punished more later tonight.”

“Yes Maker. Sorry Maker,” X-toy bleats in embarrassment keeping its ears and head low.

K-2003 pets the doe’s head, “Relax for now, we’ll be landing soon.”

“Yes Maker,” X-toy bleats with excitement.

All the while the trio in the pods listened to the hypnotic trance. The blissful feeling as they repeat after the hypnotic voice in their minds.

“You are a pokémon.”

“I am a pokémon.”

“You were born out of latex.”

“I was born out of latex.”

“You were never human.”

“I was never human.”

They repeat the trances, reinforcing them to the point beyond meaning. Their minds locked into their new mindsets. Their human nature falling away from them, but with Brian there was something more to his hypnosis to help him better function.

“You are not shy. You are slightly flamboyant. Proud to be a strong powerful Shadow Lugia. You are not shy. But a strong flamboyant Shadow Lugia.”

The words bounce and increase in strength with each passing moment. Each growth of delight, pleasure, surging, he has a great body, doesn’t he? He is so strong, powerful, handsome. Why was he shy? Screw being shy, enjoy the body he has, it is perfect. The suppression of his shyness in full swing as he accepts the addition to the pokémon he has become. The sweet desire to show off his strong sexy body.

As the flight makes touch down their sexualized modes are turned off, their smooth but needy and sensitive crotches return, their bodies lowered back into the chairs, the rubber binding them into place as they relax, drawing them steadily, slowly out of their long hypnotic trance. Their eyes heavy, bodies relaxed further into the chairs, their eyes coming to as their senses returned. The warm embrace of the pokéballs continue for several minutes. They wiggle and squirm in the tight bondage the rubber steadily deflating around them allowing more and more movement. A soft hiss as cool air fills the balls, the rubber masks still on their heads as the light enters the balls along center of them part ways, opening to reveal the extremely relaxed yet exhausted trio of rubber pokémon.

K-2003 and X-2953 bow in greeting, “Hello! We hope you enjoyed your time with Toys-4-U airlines, please fly with us very soon!” they say in unison.

Brian chuckles gently feeling himself up as he stretches, body squeaking loudly as he feels his back crack a little, “Thirteen-hour flight just flew by,” he remarks.

“Nice pun,” comments Ken as he stretches and wiggles his toes, “Did you two practice that the entire time while we were in these pods?”

“We got a few test runs in while waiting yes,” K-2003 replies.

“It was very nice,” says Ryan in a soft girly voice squirming a little as she rubs her now smooth crotch, “The flight was wonderful. It was hot to be in pokéballs of this kind,” she says with a soft blush.

“This one is pleased you enjoyed the flight, and it will take a little bit to get the pokéballs into the hotel room but fear not, this one has explained the situation to the Mistress and she is accepting of the extra room additions as long as they stay in the rooms,” explains K-2003.

“The Mistress?” asks Ken curiously as he slowly slips out of the pod with a soft moan as his muscles flex on their own for the first time in hours.

“The owner of the casino is known as the Mistress to the general public, including this one. It’s a nice title this one thinks.”

“Of course, you’d think that,” Ken remarks.

“I’ve met her. She is… is something else,” Brian responds with a soft hint of nostalgia in his voice before he forces himself out of the pokéball, “But to answer your question K-2003. The flight was wonderful. It went by before I even knew it. I must have fallen asleep in there, it was that comfortable.”

“This one has met her too, she is very nice sweet, and straight to the point. Though toy is not sure why so many fawns over her as they do,” K-2003 wonders for a moment before shrugging, “Our limo to the hotel should be just outside, and fear not this one has made sure this limo has space for all of you.”

“Good, I didn’t like such a tight fit,” grumbles Ken.

“Thank you for your kindness,” says Ryan softly as she looks away.

“I really do appreciate all you have done for us. It will be fun to see a casino run by other pokémon. It will be a real treat,” he smirks as they walk out through the back of the plane, the back doors lowering on approach the sweating humid tropical heat hits them as they see a nice big stretch limo designed to fit large anthropomorphic pokémon as themselves is waiting for them. The limo itself with black body, pink highlights and blue streaks waits with door open as a salazzle only a few feet in height holds the door open.

“Greetings, and I hope you enjoy your time at our wonderful Casino,” she says with a sly smile.

“If it is anything like my last time there, it will be great,” Brian says with a smile as he slips into the limo, quickly followed by the rest. Inside they are greeted by soft leather seats and a soft sweet aroma that relaxing, welcoming, slightly arousing.

“We are always glad to have returning patrons to our humble establishment,” says the salazzle as K-2003 and X-2953 get into the limo last. The salazzle closes the door behind them and gets back in and drives off.

Outside they can see the tropical paradise, the rolling mountains in the background that tower over the city, busy streets, which get even busier as they approach the casino strip. A dozen or so casino-hotels ready to accept your business, where you can test your luck. The fancier ones were beach side, the Razzle Dazzle Salazzle Casino. The statue of the Mistress herself out in front welcoming the guests as cars drive under the Porte-cochere blocks out the midday sun as the limo as well dozen more cars drive underneath. Salandits rush to various cars helping customers out, valeting others away, getting luggage. Some of the salandites appeared normal while others had a nice glossy rubber-like shine to them.

Brian steps out proud as he looks at the organized chaos, “It is good to be back,” he says as he takes in a deep breath, the same soft aroma that they were met with in the limo.

“So this is the place eh?” asks Ken as he looks around, “Well it lives up to its name, that's for sure. Let’s hope they can handle my unique tastes,” he states as a group of salandits rush up to them.

“Greetings! Welcome to the Razzle Dazzle Salazzle Casino! How can we be of service?” they ask with big grins on their faces.

K-2003 steps out of the limo just as they approach, “This one is here to meet with the Mistress, but it has guests that need seeing to their rooms. It has already made all the necessary arrangements. If you check under the Toys-4-U account, it should be there.”

The salandits eyes go wide, “Yes, yes! We know all about this. Please step right this way. I will be happy to guide you to the one that will guide you to see the Mistress, my companions here will be more than happy to show your friends to their rooms.”

“Right this way!” cheerfully say the salandits as they take the trio of pokémon into the hotel. Their rubbery bodies are greeted with the cool sensation of air condition mixed with a sensual aroma that soothes the sole.

“Have fun you three!” K-2003 says waving at them, as other guests of the hotel look K-2003 and X-2953 with strange curiosity as the salandit works it’s best to hurry the two toys off of the main floor and into one of the elevators.

“We will,” Brian called out as Ken sighs.

“Does that toy have any common decency?”

“She has a perky personality, I don’t mind it at all,” remarks Brian as Ryan blushes as she looks around.

“This place looks nice.”

“Come, we need to get you checked in,” says the salandits as they quickly check them into the bio scanners.

“What are these?” asks Ken inquires as they approach.

“These scan your bio signature allowing you to enter your hotel room merely just touching the doors. It is really nice, part of our advanced locks,” the salandits explain.

“Oh… weird but okay,” he sighs as one by one they get scanned.

“Please come this way we’ll take you to your hotel rooms,” says the two salandits to Ryan and Ken as they are taken away. Brian is about to follow when the third and final salandit says, “Wait a moment Brian, you are to get a lovely salazzle to help you with your daily hotel needs.”

“My daily needs?” asks Brian curiously.

“Yes, wait right here and we’ll get you your salazzle!” the salandit says as he rushes off. Brian stands there for a moment looking around, standing tall and proud over the humans and other anthropomorphic beings as a few minutes pass as a sleek slender rubbery looking salazzle comes out of the crowd and approaches. Her sweet scent flows over him as he shivers in delight, his eyes locked on her slender form, her supple hips, her swaying tail and black flaps.

“Greetings, my name is Verenice, and I will be your salazzle during your stay here,” she says as she moves closer giving a small courteous bow but keeping a devious grin upon her face. “Your name is Brian correct?”

“Yes it is Verenice,” Brian says with a smirk.

“You look familiar, have you been here before?”

“Yes a few months ago, I was at the poker tournament,” Brian says proudly.

“Oh? I was there too. Must have been where I’ve met you Brian. How may I be of service to you today?” she asks as she walks around him sizing him up, “Mistress has told me to take great care of you as you are a valued guest of the hotel.”

Brian smirks, “I appreciate that. And how about you take me to my hotel room?”

“Of course. Did you have a nice trip here? Did you fly? Take a boat?” she asks.

“Flew and aren’t my arms tired,” he chuckles.

Verenice gives a soft girly laugh, “Wonderful, was it a long flight?”

“Thirteen hours.”

“Oh my, you must be tired. Come right this way, sir,” she says motioning him to follow. Verenice smiles happily, her wonderful scent fills his nostrils as he follows her trail to the elevator up to the sixth floor from the top. The elegant pink and blue carpet along the ground feels soft to his bare rubber feet. Statues of the Mistress abound with well-kept tropical plants. The doors elegant with gold handles, Verenice opens the door for him swinging it open as Brian’s eyes focus on the hotel sweet. More vain images of the Mistress in statue and vase form with colors hinting to her as he enters the room. The delightful scent that was in the main lobby feels stronger here as he looks into one room to see a delightful hot tub. In another room a nice walk in closet.

“I hope you are pleased with your room sir?” Verenice asks.

“Hmm yes it is wonderful. It’s a shame my pokéball won’t be here for a little while. I almost wish I could lean back into it,” he mutters to himself as he goes to bed, the black satin bed sheets with pink and blue outlining feel soft to his fat fingers. He turns to Verenice who is a few feet behind him as he falls back first onto the bed, his body bounces as the bed creaks, “But this does feel nice… especially after such a long flight.”

“I am glad it does, but what is this pokéball? To note we don’t allow trainer pokéballs on the premise of the hotel.”

Brian looks up from the bed, “Oh, no, no. Certainly not that. It’s a giant kink bondage ball that inflates and just holds you there. It feels… wonderful,” he states with a soft moan.

“Hmm, that does sound nice. I love a bit of bondage myself,” she says with a smile, “It is good to make sure those who I am with are tightly secured,” she chuckles with a grin, “My wife Zirra would certainly agree with me.”

“Oh, you’re married?”

“Yes, about a month now, she is the best salazzle outside of Mistress that someone like me could ever have,” Verenice says with a loving sigh.

“I’m happy to hear that but… um…” Brian looks away bashfully for a second as he hears a voice in the back of his mind.

“You are not shy. You are a proud Shadow Lugia.”

He looks back at her, “Are you a full service salazzle? I know this is provided here.”

Verenice smirks as she climbs onto the edge of the bed her hand gently runs across Brian’s smooth rubber crotch as she gently blows her intoxicating aroma over him. Brian’s body shivers as he feels a twitch of pent up delight rolling over him as Verenice says softly yet firmly, “I am.”

Brian smiles happily as the first day back at the Razzle Dazzle Salazzle casino was going to be an exciting one, but it is certainly not going to be the only thing exciting to happen to him and his friends while here.