rubbearrassed
u ever turn into ur latex fursona whenever u think of something tangentially related to him
u ever grow irremovable diapers and dirty them with liquid latex
mapa take care of it for u
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ive always wanted to do a humiliation story, especially one where the humiliated stops caring afterwards
ive been thinking about multibreasted characters too
all the more rubber cushions to play with uwu
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You hurried to the deli, hoping that today will just be a normal day. You opened the doors, diverting your attention to anything remotely related to the task at hand.
Anything as long as it's not...
You restrain your mind. You're just getting groceries. You grab the box of eggs, the first thing on your checklist. You grab those buns... the bread. You grab the bread, going down your checklist. Then you get the milk. the milk. the milk. themilkthemilkthemilkthemilk MAPA'S MILKIES!!!
Oh no...
You see your hands become a shiny material, known for its elasticity. Claws sprout out of your fingers, made of the same material.
Latex...
The rest of your arm becomes latex, of the same colour. You know it's starting, yet you can't stop thinking about him. You feel helpless, unable to prevent your body from shifting. You look down at your chest, anticipating the most inappropriate change.
Your breasts begin to grow, and grow, taking on a more feminine shape. Then another pair starts to grow. And another one. They won't stop growing. They just get bigger and bigger, straining against your shirt. Your breasts won, breaking your shirt to reveal a rubber sweater underneath. One that you don't remember putting on, and should not logically be able to hold your huge tits, let alone 3 pairs of them, but it does. Extremely tightly, like skin. You try to sneak a grope, just to get a feel for why you're not sweating under your sweater. Your breasts didn't feel like they were under a sweater, though. They felt like they were naked.
You begin to see your shoulders and arms turn into purple rubber, similar to the sweater your breasts were now made of. Your arms begin to puff up, giving them a soft, cuddly feel. You try to peel the new sleeves down, but they stay at your wrists, fused there.
You feel your feet growing, the leather of your shoe not strong enough to withstand the new feet, made of the same brown rubber as your hands, with rubber claws on each toe. The soles of the shoes came loose, new soles growing on the bottom of your feet, like integrated pawboots. You walk around, feeling these soles touch the ground, fused with your feet.
Your pants are suddenly tighter, something appearing to grow inside. It's big, poofy, and your pants ripped completely off, showing your rubber legs, and a diaper. Um... You try pulling, but like your other new growths, this one is fused, irremovable, and made of latex.
You begin to blush. You didn't need this. They didn't need this. They're staring. You're making a scene. They're staring. You were just supposed to get the fucking groceries.
You begin to break down. They're staring. You have put yourself in a tight corner.
As you become overridden by guilt for something out of your control, you don't even notice your head remoulding. Ears moving to the top of your head, mouth and nose fusing shut before growing into a muzzle with a painted-on smirk, and your hair shifting into a certain long hairstyle, covering your rubber, printed-on eyes.
But you don't notice any of that. In embarrassment, you instead mess your diaper, rubber piss and rubber shit trapped inside.
You begin to feel different, though. You take a look at your tits and you grope them again. And again. You grope your diaper too, feeling the sensation like the diaper was a part of your skin.
Mapa has to take care now.
You stand up, grab the milk, and your other groceries, get to the counter, and put them on the table, taking the wallet out of your ripped pants on the floor.
'Get out of my store.' the man at the counter prompted.
'Can I please buy the things?' you ask.
'Since you asked so nicely, here's your change.' He handed you your change, which you put in your wallet. 'Don't ever come back.'
You grab your groceries and leave, rubber hips swaying.
Mapa took care of it now.
You unlock the door to your house.
Mapa will now cum in his diaper...
You feel a burst inside your diaper, more rubber inside the diaper, making it bigger. As you open the door and walk inside, the diaper is making it hard to walk properly. You close and lock the door, letting loose a day's worth of rubber pee, rubber cum, and rubber poop into your diaper.
You sit down on the floor, rubbing your breasts and diaper, enjoying your Mapa Bear persona.
See? Mapa takes care of problems. Leave it to him.
Mapa loves you.