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Bali's Bio-Suit

By Zrathie

For the shark or more precisely the ex-shark named Zeke things were getting very uncomfortable indeed. First, he had been transformed into a bio-suit, a piece protective clothing made of living rubber. Next, he was put on, he was a panther's clothes, just an object to be worn. Bali was the panther who was currently wearing him. Being worn was just the start of Zeke's torments. Bio-suits were designed to be worn for a long time as such they could capture and process the wearer's excretions.

Zeke had the capture part down well. He had collected Bali's urine, and faeces inside his rubbery hollow body. He shifted about the bio-waste inside rubbery bubbles made up of his own rubbery skin. He was glad he didn't have to taste this disgusting bio-waste. He had learned that lesson the hard way after his first wearer had taken a tinkle inside his hollow rubber body. Zeke could store the bio-waste, but he didn't know how to turn it into biofuel to sustain himself. It was a critical piece of the puzzle.

As Bali sat down to eat breakfast inside the research centre's canteen, Zeke was in agony. He had been storing all that the panther had put out inside his shark fin processing unit. The shark fin was positively descended with all the filth it was expected to carry. The feeling for Zeke was an approximation of needing to both urinate and defecate at the same time. Zeke didn't have organs in this current form. He only knew how to shift the waste up to his fin. Once it was sealed inside Zeke couldn't void himself of it. He wanted to, he didn't care how much of a mess he made. Even if it ran all over the floor, he just wanted it gone. The seamless rubber skin held everything inside there wasn't any escape.

Bali was seemingly oblivious to Zeke's suffering. He had finished his plate of bacon and eggs. Bali looked like he was just about to stand up. Zeke couldn't brace himself he just had to endure as the bio-waste sloshed around as the panther rose to a standing position. Zeke wanted to tell the panther or that fox researcher that he wasn't working right. He wasn't able to communicate directly. Zeke could make announcements in his own voice, but they were scripted responses. Zeke would tell his wearer's when he was about to recalibrate to fit their body type, but that was the only time he could use his voice. He needed his voice back.

Zeke had no voice rendered mute until his programming allowed him to speak. He could only endure the feeling of a full bladder and bowels without even the relief of involuntary expulsion. Bali was walking down the hallway of the research centre. Zeke had no idea where he was going. The best guest was to his workstation. The ex-shark could see where they were going. He had a camera set in his chest it functioned as a set of eyes. Zeke could only look in the direction Bali was facing. The panther was walking towards the labs where he had been working yesterday.

Sure enough, Bali entered a room set up with scientific equipment. Bali walked over to a computer chair and sat down at a microscope. Zeke's bloated shark fin was jammed into the back of the chair. The bio-waste shifted as Bali pressed his weight down on Zeke's fin. Zeke was under great strain, he wanted out and now. The ex-shark was soon frantic, but he had no way to show it. Zeke was kept in that position for minutes. The minutes passed for what felt like hours.

Sometime later, Bali got up to place a new sample into the microscope. Zeke was given some room, but the full feeling was still there. Zeke didn't know how much longer he could take it. Soon, Bali sat back down but crotched forward looking at the new sample. The panther seemed excited about this sample. He let out a gasp. Zeke could feel every breath his wearer was taking. Zeke was shrink-wrapped around Bali's body. The ex-shark could feel every movement his wearer was making, the sight turn of the dial on the microscope and the raising and falling of Bali's chest didn't escape Zeke's attention.

Zeke was just a passenger, just along for the ride. He had begun to cope with being worn, the feeling of just being an object. He could deal with moving his wearer's bio-waste around and keeping Bali clean, but he had to somehow deal with this bloatedness this feeling of needing the restroom. He was stuck with Bali until they wanted to terminate the experiment. There was no knowing how long that would be.

Little did Zeke know, work was at hand at activating his missing processing features. In an office across the other side of the building, a fox was at work on his computer. The fox researcher was about to deploy a remote update for Zeke. It was an experimental type of software. There could be bugs, but Zeke's stats showed he wasn't processing the bio-waste into fuel. Something had to be done. The fox tapped the enter key on his keyboard.

Zeke was suddenly aware of new instructions being downloaded into his software. Zeke's body could now metabolise Bali's bio-waste. Zeke began work on digesting the waste stored up in his fin. His rubber body contorted and stretched. Not only around his fin but around another part of his panther. Bali's crotch was getting kneaded and groped. It was unintended on Zeke's part, but as he began processing the bio-waste so too he stimulated the panther's genitals.

There was a lot of waste, so it was going to take a while. As Zeke began to feel the hints of relief he was feeling the effects of his gentle stroking and prodding of Bali's balls and cock. The panther was starting to get hard. Zeke had to stop stimulating Bali, he didn't want to encourage the panther to have a sexual encounter. Zeke concentrated on stopping his motions. He could stop, but it ended everything. The bio-fuel process stopped when Zeke cut the action around Bali's genitals. Zeke began his waste processing again. There was no way he was going to miss out getting relief from the overstuffed bloatedness. The need to void his fin was just too much of the ex-shark to ignore.

As Bali sat at his workstation, he opened and closed his legs. He was getting flushed. He was trying to ignore the teasing of his genitals, but it was getting out of hand. He reached down to try to pull the rubber coating his semi-hard feline penis away from himself, but Zeke's rubber body was sealed tight around him. Around his cock, the rubber was as tight as a custom condom tailored just for his feline cock. Rubber squeaked against rubber as his paw rubbed over his penis. He withdrew his hand paw as it wasn't helping. It was only teasing him more.

With his sexual needs getting too distracting, the panther got up and went over to the door. Bali made sure it was closed. He didn't want his co-workers catching him with a boner. Zeke again tried to focus on stopping his body from stimulating Bali. A sudden jolt rocked both Zeke and Bali. Somehow, Zeke had increased his stimulation of Bali. His rubber body squeezed and tightened around Bali's erection. Zeke had made things much worse. The panther was panting and had balled his hand paws into fists. He grabbed the side of the wall as Zeke stroked his panther cock.

Bali moaned and grabbed at his chest. He ran his rubber coated paws over himself. Zeke could feel every detail of Bali's cock, his blunt barbs and the exact size and shape. He didn't mean to do this the panther was moaning as his tight rubbery structure worked the panther's cock. Bali was starting to get into it more. It seemed as though this was the first time he had done anything sexual with a bio-suit. It was a departure from the arctic wolf who had jerked off inside his body as soon as he put Zeke on.

Bali was panting and letting out moans as Zeke rubbed and squeezed at his cock and balls. This stimulation bought no pleasure for Zeke however. The ex-shark was rendered sexless when he was transformed into this bio-suit state. At the very least he was feeling a bit better having worked off a good chunk of Bali's bio-waste. Bali jammed one of his rubber coated fists into his own maw. The panther bit down hard. It was quite painful for Zeke. The panther's teeth were sharp after all and digging into his rubber body. Bali moaned it was stifled by his stuffed maw.

Evidently, Bali didn't want to draw attention to himself. The panther's sharp fangs dug into Zeke's hands, hollow gloves as there were. A stabbing pain shot into Zeke where the panther was biting him. Zeke would have yowled in pain if he had his voice. All he could do was silently suffer as Bali's razor-sharp fangs dug into his body. Bali's other hand paw was jammed between his legs desperately pawing at his erect shaft. The panther had discarded any pretence of ignoring Zeke's stimulation.

The blunt feline barbs were a vistage from the feral past. A time when anthro panthers were a lot less anthro. Zeke had a map of each one, made all the clearer by Bali's squeezing paw pads. Zeke didn't feel even the hint of arousal. His crotch was whatever his wearer's genitals were. Zeke's sex organs had been completely nullified. He got no pleasure whatsoever from his or the panther's actions. As Bali pumped away all Zeke could feel was discomfit. Bali was very rough, and he was still biting him.

Zeke felt the first splat of Bali's climax shoot into his crotch or more precisely the condom-shaped tube containing his wearer's cock. As much as Zeke hoped this would bring some relief for his pain it only made the panther bite down harder. If Zeke could scream, he would have, but he was reminded that he was just an object to be acted upon for the rest of Bali's orgasm. Zeke was getting close to being broken, now just a cum rag for the panther's juices.

Zeke was relieved when Bali finally released his hand from his biting maw. It was only after unloading his feline balls into Zeke hollow body. Zeke knew he had to clean up after Bali. That's just what he did. Zeke collected the panther's creamy cum up inside the same type of rubber balloons he used for Bali's other expulsions. Zeke was used to much more gross things than panther cum by now. Zeke's rubber balloons encased Bali's cum, and Zeke also made sure to clean off his still twitching cock of any residue.

As Zeke moved up the panther's release to his fin, he realised it was now empty of Bali's bio-waste. Zeke pushed Bali's cum inside. Suddenly Zeke's body began to digest Bali's cum the same way he had done for his bio-waste. This did not bode well for Bali because Zeke started to stimulate Bali's genitals again.

"No! Stop!" yelled Bali.

Zeke took a perverse satisfaction now that Bali was the one in discomfit. It didn't take long for Zeke to process Bali's load all the while, the panther winced as his recently creamed genitals got unwanted attention. Zeke could feel every move the panther made. He twisted and turned trying to get away from Zeke, but he was a second skin on Bali. Zeke only stopped when he had digested the last of Bali's panther cream. Bali was panting and had one arm on the wall to brace himself.

Now that the panther's lust was taken care of, Bali slowly returned to his chair and got back to work. Zeke was in a much better state. He didn't know if it was because of the biofuel energy boost or just the fact he didn't have to hold on to the panther's bio-waste anymore, but whatever it was it was a welcome improvement over this mornings escapades.

The panther kept at work every so often replacing a specimen with a new one in the microscope. Suddenly Bali pushed himself across the room on the computer chair. He stopped at a computer terminal and began typing away on a keyboard. Zeke didn't understand the technical jargon that Bali was typing, so he gave up on trying to read along. This took around an hour as Bali was a quick typist, Zeke could feel every keypress.

After saving his report, Bali stood up and stretched. Zeke was pulled along to conform to Bali's movements. The panther was off again walking to a different part of the facility. They passed several different furs heading in the different directions. Most had bio-suits on themselves both male and female. Bali stopped in front of an office and knocked on the door. A voice on the other side beckoned Bali to enter.

The small office was dimly lit and was just big enough for a large desk and workstation as well as a visitor chair. Behind the desk was a fox. It was the same fox who was in charge of the experiments on Zeke. The fox offered Bali a seat. The panther sat down in a small blue chair. The fox watched on with his commanding vulpine eyes. Bali thought this fox had a piercing gaze too because Zeke felt him shudder.

"Hello, Bali is there anything you would like to report?" asked the fox.

"It's kind of embarrassing, Roger," said the panther.

At least this fox had a name thought Zeke. The ex-shark could now tell that Roger was dressed in a bio-suit of his own. It was in a vulpine red close to the fox's own fur colour. Was he wearing a fur that had been changed or just a synthetic rubber suit? There was no telling. He had not had it on before the last few times they had interacted.

Roger's lips parted only for his vulpine tongue to lick over them. He looked at Bali expectancy.

"The bio-suit stimulated my genitals... without any input from me," said Bali trying to keep his tone even.

"I was aware of that. I am monitoring the experimental bio-suit in real time," said the fox.

A heavy pause filled the room. Zeke knew that Bali wanted to say something to Roger but was holding his tongue.

"You're so conservative Bali, 'stimulated my genitals' what you should say is it milked my cock of all its kitten cream," said Roger.

"That's unpro-" began Bali.

Roger cut through the room with a snarl bearing his teeth. "I won't have my project placed in jeopardy because a prude doesn't like my vocabulary," growled out Roger.

Bali flinched in his chair.

The fox leaned forward in his chair and glared at Bali. His vulpine eyes had such a commanding gaze. At first, Bali sat ramrod straight in his seat but as minutes passed Zeke could feel his wearer's body slacken in his position. It was strange Bali was slowly losing drifting down like he was being hypnotised.

"My eyes cut through this PC bullshit, don't they?" said Roger.

"Yes," said Bali his voice was small and soft.

That's it! Roger had Bali entranced. If Roger's eyes were hypnotic why didn't it work on me? Thought Zeke. Perhaps in his rubbery form, he was immune. He had apparently seen them, that commanding vulpine stare. Zeke didn't feel any different.

Roger's muzzle twisted into a predatory grin. "You poor little panther trapped in my gaze. The only way to escape it is to drop into a trance," said Roger.

Bali only sighed in reply to the fox's statement.

Roger kept his eyes locked onto Bali while he raised his right-hand paw above the table. "Drop," said Roger as his said this he dropped his raised paw to the desktop with a thud.

Zeke felt Bali's head fall forward. The panther was breathing deeply almost as if he was asleep.

"Now that Bali doesn't have a mind to care, we can speak privately, Zeke," said Roger.

Zeke still didn't know how to speak in his current body, so this was going to be a one-sided conversation.

"It's an interesting bug you got there. I'm not in a hurry to fix it, at least not yet," said Roger.

While Zeke was glad that he was addressed by his name he wasn't too pleased by the fox's news. Not that his mood did him any good.

"Bali needs to feel first paw the sexier functions that a bio-suit has to offer. I don't trust prudes, but he has a sharp mind on him," said the fox.

Zeke couldn't do anything but listen.

"I've going to leave your programming as it is. Bali will have to learn to enjoy what you have to offer. Prudes need to be punished," said Roger.