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Aaron wagged his tail happily. The wolf hovered outside the hotel door, bouncing on his paws in the corridor while he waited for the door to open. He was finally getting to experience a fantasy that had gripped his mind for quite some time now.

The door opened to a pair of otters standing next to each other, both grinning the same wild smile that would have intimidated some. Aaron felt no such worry. He’d know Micah and Ryan for years now, but it had only been fairly recently they had all discovered they had shared the same select interests.

“Took you long enough, didn’t it?” Micah teased as they welcomed the wolf into their room. The two mustelids had already slipped into some of their latex gear. Both were sporting a shiny black shirt, while Micah also wore a pair of shorts that perfectly accentuated his crotch and ass, dipping down beneath the base of his tail.

“Now that you’re here I can get into something more comfortable,” Ryan said, giving Aaron a playful slap on the rear before retreating into the bathroom. The otter locked the door behind him, leaving Aaron alone with Micah for the time being.

“Like what you see?” Micah asked, taking hold of Aaron’s hand and guiding it to touch his latex covered chest. It felt so smooth to glide his fingers over the latex, making it squeak softly as it rubbed against him and the otter’s chest. It made his own t-shirt feel quite inadequate in comparison.

The wolf could only nod, unable to properly vocalise just how he felt about this. Both the delight of being able to feel latex beneath his hand, but also in anticipation for what he knew was going to come.

Micah giggled as he gave the wolf a gentle push, letting the canine fall back onto the bed behind him. “When Ryan is out, I want you to put these on,” the otter said, flinging a pair of latex shorts over to the wolf, who caught them and draped them over his hands as though they were made of the finest, most precious satin. “Then we can work out what else to do with you.”

Aaron nodded and squirmed on the bed, idly rubbing the latex shorts between a finger and his thumb. His eyes kept on wandering around the room, catching sight of some more pieces of latex, the use of which he couldn’t quite determine from just a glance.

Ryan took about ten minutes before he eventually emerged from the bathroom. He was clad from neck to feet completely in black latex. Even his hands and paws were covered, as was the length of his tail. A pair of yellow stripes ran up the side of each leg, but otherwise the latex suit was completely black. It was reflective enough that Aaron could see his silhouette moving on Ryan’s chest.

“Oh wow…” the wolf moaned, just catching himself from reaching forward to rub Ryan’s chest. He was distracted by a pat on his back from Micah.

“Go on then, get yourself dressed,” the otter said, slapping the wolf on the rear as he stood up.

It took all of Aaron’s resistance to avoid pulling Ryan into a hug as he stepped past. Instead the latex-clad otter followed the actions of his companion, giving the wolf a slap and grope on the ass.

Aaron was panting a little when he was able to make it into the bathroom and lock the door. He turned on the taps and ran some water into the sink, splashing some over his face to wet his fur. The feeling of that latex hand over his ass, even enclosed by clothing as it had been, was sending his imagination wild.

Draping the latex shorts over the shower door, Aaron started to strip down to his fur. His cock was already starting to push out from his sheath, such was his excitement.

“Dammit,” the wolf whispered, splashing his face with a little more water and trying to clear his mind of any exciting thoughts. He eventually succeeded, his cock retreating back into his sheath as he reached for the shorts. The inside of them had already been talced so they could be slipped on a little easier.

Pulling the shorts on until they were seated just beneath his tail, Aaron slowly turned around on the spot. The shorts fit him perfectly, showing off every contour of his body, even outlining the bulge of his sheath. He blushed a little, but he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to put his trousers back on. All he could do was let his shirt fall back over him, partially obscuring the bulge at least.

That plan was ruined the moment he stepped back out the bathroom. “Oi. Shirt. Off,” Ryan said. The otter was stood just outside the door, waiting for the wolf. Before the canine could even obey the shining mustelid, the otter’s latex clad hands were rubbing over Aaron’s chest, tugging the shirt over his head.

“From now on, no one wears anything that doesn’t squeak,” Micah added from where he sat on the single chair beside the balcony door. He had taken the time to swap into some latex shorts as well, though these were steel grey rather than black. The relaxing otter chuckled as Ryan threw Aaron’s discarded shirt to the floor. “How do they feel?”

“They’re great, yeah,” Aaron said, blushing beneath his fur as he tried to move his hands to cover his crotch. He didn’t think he was really covering much, but neither of the otters seemed to particularly care. In fact, Aaron could make out the definition of their own sheaths quite easily.

Micah stretched his legs out and rested his paws on the edge of the bed. As though obeying a command, Ryan sat down next to them before moving the paws to his lap. He rubbed and massaged the other otter’s paws, his every movement causing the latex encasing his body to squeak and creak.

Aaron perched on the other side of the bed, watching Ryan work at Micah’s paws. He held his tail in his hands, gently stroking the fur down. He was conscious of the latex shorts rubbing against his thighs and sheath, the smooth clothing making him slide over the bed sheets with ease.

Micah smirked at the wolf as he stretched his arms over his head. “Do you want some of this as well?” the otter asked, to which Aaron could only nod dumbly. Micah giggled and pushed his paws against Ryan’s hands. “Go on, give the puppy some attention.”

Though Aaron resented being called a puppy, any protest he may have had was wiped from his mind as Ryan’s hands started to rub over his paws. He practically melted in those black hands as they pressed into his soft pads, letting off a soft groan and leaning his head back against the headboard. His breathing slowed down a little as he tried to contain the arousing thoughts that were going through his mind, desperate not for his cock to slip from his sheath again.

Then Micah straddled him. The otter knelt down on the bed with his legs either side of Aaron, perched just close enough that the latex of their shorts occasionally rubbed against each other. The otter knew exactly what he was doing as he started to lightly grind into Aaron’s crotch, the two bulges of their sheathes pressing together.

Aaron kept his head leaning back, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensations. Micah’s hands were resting on his shoulders, keeping him held in place whether he wanted to move or not. From the attention he was being given from the two otters he wasn’t wanting to go anywhere else, even though it was getting tougher to contain his erection.

Micah grinned as he pressed his sheath against Aaron’s, feeling the shaft starting to emerge from the rubber-clad sheath. Then he stopped grinding and simply sat atop the wolf. “I can feel you’re really enjoying this,” he said with a toothy grin.

“So good, yeah,” Aaron said with a whimper. He could feel Ryan’s hands pressing into his paws, making it difficult to focus. He whined again when he felt Micah’s crotch pull away, leaving his cock and sheath throbbing without any pressure down on them.

“Why don’t we get on with what you’re really here for?” Micah asked, forcing the wolf to open his eyes again. The otter had pulled something out of a box, a bright orange costume that made the wolf gasp in delight. But for the attention to his paws he would have leapt up off the bed already. It took a gentle tap from Micah on Ryan’s paws to get the latex-clad otter to pull away from the wolf.

Micah held the suit out for Aaron, the welcoming inner folds looking so comfortable to the wolf. He could just make out some of the external features. It was an otter suit, with over-exaggerated facial features and massive, toeless paws and hands, designed to restrict his movement and completely remove his dexterity.

With Micah’s help, Aaron slipped his paws into the suit. The legs were a very loose fit, but that was the design of it. The wolf knew that the fun part was yet to come. His tail was next, fitting it into the comfortable folds of the suit. The suit’s tail was much longer than his own, adding a good foot of length behind him. He wagged it as he stood up off the bed, the suit tugging down on him a little as Micah held the upper body of the synthetic otter suit.

His arms were next, sliding in first his right then his left, with Micah and Ryan helping secure the suit over his shoulders, leaving just his back and head exposed. Every other part of him was coloured bright orange with small patches of white and black, the suit saggy and loose. His paws and hands were merely cosmetic, little more the lines painted on to the suit. There was nothing at his crotch, merely the loose folds of the suit.

Micah started to do up the zip on the back of the suit, which would appear almost invisible once it was done up completely. At the same time Ryan held up the suit’s head, showing the hole at the neck for Aaron to enter. The wolf did so eagerly, slipping his muzzle into the otter’s. It didn’t take long to align his eyes correctly so he could see out, able to breathe through a couple of small holes in the suit’s muzzle.

He could feel the suit being done up completely before Micah stepped around to his front. He looked at the two otters, grinning widely inside the suit. He knew what was coming next.

The otters made him wait though, instead the two making sure the suit was on correctly, then just teasing him with a few rubs over his body and crotch. Unable to see much but for a small space just in front of him, Aaron kept trying to turn around to face the otters, but they were too fast for him, giving him a few gropes on his sheath as they laughed. Getting a little dizzy, Aaron squeaked as he tripped over the lagging tail, falling over to land and bounce on the mattress.

Closing his eyes and panting, Aaron didn’t even notice the otters moving again until he heard an electric pump switch on. It was quickly attached to a nozzle in the back of the head. There was a rush of air as the head inflated rapidly, the suit interior pressing against the wolf’s face and muzzle. His vision diminished a little more as the outside of the suit pushed out, providing two inch-long tunnels of latex for him to see through. He breathed in heavily as he was helped back up to his paws by the two otters.

He rubbed his hands over the inflated head, the rest of his body still unchanged and allowing his fingers to press through the uninflated hands. He was glad the suit was so loosely fitting at the moment, as it helped hide his erection that had finally slipped out of his sheath, straining the tight shorts he still wore beneath the inflatable suit.

“Having fun in there?” Micah asked, his hands stroking around Aaron’s crotch, tracing over the shape of the wolf’s erection and finding what the suit was hiding anyway. The otter didn’t need Aaron’s nod to confirm his answer. “You’re one of us now, but I think we still need a canine in the room.”

Micah clicked his webbed fingers and pointed Ryan to something on the other side of the room. Aaron craned his head around to look at what the otter was directed to, his eyes widening when he saw the latex-clad otter slipping a pup hood over his muzzle, giving the mustelid a more canine appearance. Like Aaron, Ryan no longer had any fur showing, being covered from head to toe in latex.

“Get the pump will you?” Micah said, releasing Aaron’s crotch and stepping back from the wolf. Out of Aaron’s sight, Ryan obeyed the other otter with the loud whine of the pump filling the canine’s ears.

Aaron wasn’t entirely sure where the second valve was, but he felt the suit slowly start to inflate. He shuffled his legs around as they started to fill with air, making his movement a little stiffer, more awkward. He curled his toes as he rocked back and forth, rubbing his hands over his body as it started to puff out, loving the squeaking creaks every touch made.

It was hard for Aaron to keep moving too much; even trying to rub his body was proving difficult as more air was added to the suit. He could barely even touch his hands together by the time the pump was pulled off the valve. His hands felt like they were encased in thick mitts. As he waved them in front of his face, he could see just how the hands were little more than cosmetic, just rounded nubs with ‘fingers’ appearing as small lines painted on the suit.

With help from Micah, Aaron was guided towards the full length mirror on the cupboard door so he could see just how he looked. But for his eyes, just visible in the suit’s otherwise expressionless face, there was no sign of the wolf at all. All he could see was the unnaturally orange puffy otter. From rounded ears to thick tail, he was completely smooth, even having a slight sheen to him as well.

No matter how much he twisted, he wasn’t able to see his back to check how invisible the zip was, but that didn’t matter. He just knew that he looked amazing, and the tightness of the suit wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, the constant pressure over his body was wonderful. His movement was restricted, forcing him to waddle around as he tried to negotiate around the room again, his longer tail slapping against the base of the bed and other furniture.

He was given a few minutes to get used to how he could and couldn’t move, the two otters watching him with intent, but ready to leap in at a moment’s notice if the wolf found himself falling. Their assistance wasn’t needed as Aaron found his balance easily enough, taking care with each step to make sure he wasn’t overstepping the bounds of the suit.

Waddling back over to the bed, Aaron reached out and batted over the small bedside table, trying and failing to pick up his phone. His useless fingerless hands unable to grab onto anything, his own fingers too far inside the suit to provide any grip at all.

Micah came over to the wolf’s rescue, taking hold of the canine’s phone. “Want some photos, do you?” the otter said with a grin.

“Yes please,” Aaron replied, nodding vigorously, giving the otter the phone’s unlock pattern. He provided a few solo poses for the otter to take pictures of, before he was joined by Ryan who embraced the inflated suit. The two types of latex squeaked as they rubbed over each other, lots of friction making movement a little harder.

Given a sudden push he was powerless to resist, Aaron found himself toppling back down onto the bed. He landed on his back, and Ryan wasted no time in clambering up onto him. The otter growled and yipped as he started to rub and grind over Aaron. It was an infuriating bliss for the wolf, with just enough air filling the suit to make the movements on top of him feel like nothing more than a gentle, brushing touch. His cock twitched, but there wasn’t enough pressure to provide any stimulation.

He tried to wrap his arms around the latex-coated body of Ryan, holding the otter in place atop him. His hands batted and rubbed over the smooth black otter’s back, adding more squeaks to those created from their bellies and crotches. Occasionally the wolf heard the quiet click of his phone’s camera as Micah moved around, making sure to get every possible angle.

Aaron lost track of how long the two lay together, idly grinding and rubbing into each other. His paws wiggled as they hung off the edge of the bed, his arms wrapped around Ryan while Micah wandered around them, taking pictures and giving the two a few teasing gropes and rubs as he saw fit.

While Aaron was getting nowhere near enough stimulation to even hope of getting off, the same didn’t appear to be so for Ryan. With only a layer of latex covering his crotch, the otter let off a series of whimpers and moans as he continued to thrust and grind. Aaron could feel the otter’s hands gripping into his shoulders from the pressure of the air moving inside the suit.

When it seemed like Ryan was getting close to release, the otters pants and moans becoming faster and higher pitched, he was suddenly pulled clear by Micah, the other otter briefly grinning down at Aaron as he lay on the bed.

“Don’t make me lock you away again,” Micah said, making Ryan whimper and whine. Aaron could hear hands being dragged down latex, probably giving a groping squeeze at the same time.

Aaron tried to sit up, struggling to bend his body, his arms flailing in his attempt to give himself enough leverage to lift his body. He simply couldn’t do it, only ending up in rolling over onto his side. Eventually he was able to push himself up onto his paws, staring down at his hands on the bed as he eased himself upright.

Almost immediately hands pushed into his back, sending him sprawled against the bed again. He felt someone on his back, straddled over him. Craning his head up to look at the wall on the side of the bed, he noticed a flash of black pass before his eyes as Ryan walked in front of him. So it was Micah on his back, grinding his crotch into his rear.

Then his vision was obscured completely as Ryan stood in front of his head, giving Aaron a view of nothing but the otter’s latex covered crotch bulge. The inflated muzzle compressed into his own as Ryan started to thrust and hump into him.

Micah murmured something quietly to Ryan again, something Aaron couldn’t hear through the suit, though the wolf assumed it was another warning not to take his thrusting too far. It made little difference to how Ryan thrusted into the inflated suit. As much as he tried to, Aaron couldn’t do anything to assist or hinder the otter, pinned in place by Micah on his back.

He rocked and squirmed in place, the tautness of the suit reacting to the movements above and in front of him. He didn’t know how long it lasted for; time being reduced down to the steady rhythm of the two otters thrusting. Once again though it was stopped by Ryan’s pants getting faster and higher pitched. Sure enough, moments after the latex-clad otter started that, Micah rolled from Aaron’s back and pulled the other otter away.

This time Aaron simply tried to roll to the side, not even bothering to try and stand up again. He knew he’d only end up getting pushed down onto the bed again, used as the otters’ mattress and toy to grind against. And he wanted nothing more. He loved hearing the squeaks of latex on latex, feeling the pressure of the air constricting his every movement.

Just as he thought, he didn’t need to wait long before he felt Ryan flop back down on top of his belly. Immediately his arms wrapped around the otter, holding him into a squeaky hug. Aaron didn’t know how long they stayed like that, the other otter much slower in his thrusts this time, merely keeping up an idle, steady motion that provided little stimulation to either of them.

Without any great desire to provide pleasure to each other, the three lay together on the bed, Micah cuddled into Aaron’s soft side. Minutes trickled by, their passage marked only by Ryan’s soft thrusts. He was surprised he was able to feel so tired like this, but from the sounds of the otters’ soft breaths, they were starting to fall asleep as well.

The last thoughts before the wolf fell asleep was how amazing an experience this had been, and that from the moment he took off the suit he would be longing to do it again. He fell asleep with a smile on his muzzle, reflecting from the blank grin on the inflatable otter’s face.

***

Aaron woke up feeling something was certainly amiss. Before opening his eyes he tried to work out just what it was. Ah. That was it. He’d spent the night in an inflatable otter suit, having thoroughly enjoyed the previous evening rubbing and grinding up against two otters, one of which had been wearing full latex gear including a pup hood.

He blearily opened his eyes, stretching his arms and legs out, hearing the latex stretch and pop a little. With difficulty he moved his arms up above his face, wiggling his paws and tail as he looked up at the useless, fingerless hands. He brought them down to rub over his eyes, again shivering at the sounds that movement made.

He couldn’t feel any sign of Ryan or Micah on the bed with him, assuming they’d both already gotten up and left him to sleep for a little bit longer. He rolled over onto his belly before slowly pushing himself off the bed, finding that the easiest way to get up onto his paws.

Bouncing a little as his paws touched the soft carpet, he struggled to find his balance for a few moments, waiting for the air to settle inside him before standing up perfectly straight. Looking around the room, Aaron still couldn’t find any sign of the otters, nor even of Ryan’s latex gear he had been wearing overnight.

Aaron’s rounded ear twitched as he heard a noise coming from the bathroom. A few moments later he heard the door opening. Out stepped Ryan, still completely encased in latex.

“Ah, Aaron. Can you… uh, I need your help, I think,” the otter said, his voice sounding a little flustered. “I can’t find the, uh, can’t find the buckle.”

Aaron waddled forward towards the otter, placing his hands on the Ryan’s shoulders and feeling the latex beneath him. He peered towards where he knew the buckle for the hood should be, but could only see smooth latex all the way around the otter’s neck.

“I can’t see anything,” Aaron muttered, releasing Ryan and taking a step back, feeling the tip of his tail strike the bottom of the bed and compress beneath the pressure. “Get me out of this and I can have a better look.”

“Yeah, sure,” Ryan said, one hand on Aaron’s shoulder turning the wolf around.

Aaron could feel the latex covered hand exploring up his back, searching for the zip somewhere near the back of his neck. Again and again that hand pawed against him, pressing against the latex.

“It’s not there…” Ryan said uncertainly.

Aaron squeaked as he turned around, his midsection creaking as air shifted around. “What do you mean, not there?” he asked. It had to be there. It wasn’t like it would just not be there anymore. It was part of the suit. He assumed the otter was just looking in the wrong place, but he couldn’t move his arms enough to reach back and check for himself.

“Hang on, let me deflate the head. Should be easier to find that way,” Ryan said. Aaron felt the otter’s hands close around the valve. Something was deeply amiss in Aaron’s mind, something he knew wasn’t right at all. Then he had it. He felt the hand. He could feel the hand against the suit’s valve, where he had no right to feel anything.

“No, wait –” Aaron squeaked, but it was too late. The valve was unplugged, and with a hiss of air the head started to deflate. Aaron’s head started to deflate. It started slowly at first, beginning with a sensation of dizziness that gradually intensified. He staggered, using the walls for support as folds of latex started to fall over his vision, his head losing its shape as it lost all the air inside.

Sound was distorted as it reached Aaron’s deflated ears, vision blocked by his own face. He couldn’t speak, able only to stand completely still and press his hands against the wall. He wasn’t even sure he needed to breath, certainly not consciously aware of doing it.

Ryan’s hand touched the floppy remains of his head, obvious that there wasn’t anything fleshy left within. He didn’t know how it happened, but somehow Aaron was the suit now, rather than simply wearing it. The latex otter’s hands sifted around, prodding Aaron’s eye and muzzle a few times as he tried to stretch and pull the latex back into shape. If he said anything, Aaron couldn’t make it out. He could barely hear anything at all.

Finally seeming to realise that what he was doing simply wasn’t working, Ryan stopping trying to play with Aaron’s deflated head. He managed to find the electric pump and connect it back up to the head valve. The whining drone of the pump soon returned.

Aaron gasped as he felt his head inflating again, feeling air rushing through the empty void inside his latex skin. He brought his hands up to press against his cheeks, squeezing and squeaking as he rubbed in shock and confusion.

Slowly the newly changed inflated otter turned to face Ryan. “What… what happened?” he asked, but Ryan had no answer. Had the same thing happened to the otter? Was he now sealed inside his pup hood and latex suit?

Seeming to have the same thought, Ryan reached behind his back again, his fingers rubbing over his neck, trying to find any seam he could use to break free of his suit. He was completely unsuccessful. Even Aaron could see how the latex bunched up beneath the rubber pup’s fingers, acting like it was skin and not merely a suit.

“Where’s… where did Micah go?” Aaron asked, tensing his what passed for his hands, watching the latex crinkle as the air shifted around inside. He wouldn’t even be able to pick up his phone to call the otter, or anyone. But who would be able to help them?

“He went for some breakfast. Wearing a t-shirt and shorts. No latex at all,” Ryan replied. Now that the inflatable otter was paying attention, he could see that the rubber lips of the hood moved as Ryan spoke. There was no doubting it. Somehow the former otter had become a living rubber pup. And the worst was yet to come.

“Damn, I’m so horny still,” Ryan whined, one hand rubbing down to his crotch. He whimpered as all his fingers found was a bulge of latex. No matter how much the pup gripped and squeezed, there was never any definition of a cock beneath.

With a growing sense of dread matched only by his increasing sense of need, Aaron reached down for his crotch too. Nothing but inflated latex, with just a small seam to blemish the smoothness. Like Ryan, he was left horny with no means to release. He certainly wasn’t going to be trying his valve again.

They both spoke at the same time.

“Well what do we do now?”