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Day 29 - Bad Ending/Betrayal

"Forced recruitment"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Justacritic

The strong smell of rubber put an end to his peaceful dream. His nose wrinkled in a futile attempt to ignore the penetrating scent, which only got stronger the more he smelled it. Soon his eyelids reacted, and the light reached his eyes, giving life to deformed silhouettes of unnatural and slightly terrifying movements. He clenched his fists, and his limbs came to life in a weak but noticeable struggle to get off the bed. A bed that was different from what he remembered. Hard and cold, like concrete or steel.

The sounds reaching his ears made no sense to a mind still debating between waking up and going back to sleep. He only recognized it as a male voice, somehow familiar, but it didn't make sense to hear it in his room, where he was supposed to be alone.

He was, yet the silhouette started to resemble a body, one that was standing too close to him. A bad feeling awoke in him, and Adamos tried harder to get off the bed, finally noticing the restraints holding him back. A couple of failed attempts were all he needed to snap out of his slumber, and while his mind was still trying to process what was going on, his body got the strength to fight harder.

However, no matter how hard he pulled, nothing seemed to work. His hips lifted, but his arms and legs were held by thick shackles his slender body couldn't beat. And that was the panic that woke him up completely.

He opened his eyes, and the bright light flashed before him, dazzling the raccoon for a moment. As he slowly got back to his senses, the world around him gained more details--or more exactly, he noticed the lack of them. There was no sight of the furniture that gave his bedroom that special touch. No wardrobe, no posters, no pile of dirty clothes over the chair. Instead, he found himself in a large room of unknown dimensions, as he couldn't see anything else beyond the circle of light surrounding him.

And inside that circle was Mittens, his good ol' friend Mittens. But there was something different. He knew the cheeky smile that gave away his devious nature, the trickster behind that playful and naive attitude that fooled many people. However, at that moment, Adamos perceived a certain devilish intent in his smile and those big yellow eyes, one he had never seen on him before.

The purple hair bristled in surprise, and the feline approached to check on him, seemingly happy to see the raccoon finally awake.

"Good morning, sleepy head. And just when I thought you wouldn't wake up," he said in that cheerful and happy voice, proper of someone who saw nothing wrong in his behavior. "I was getting a little worried the transition might have been too much for you."

"What? What are you talking about...? Where's my stuff?" Adamos asked, still clenching unconsciously to that last rope of slumber that kept him from being fully awake.

His words made as much sense as his presence there. Not to mention the strange clothes he was wearing: a black rubber suit to cover his body except the head, with a big red R in the center that immediately reminded Adamos of that show he watched in his youth. How was it called? Right, Team Rocket, from Pokemon. The cap over his head, also made of rubber, had the same logo.

It looked uncomfortable to walk around dressing like that, yet Mittens looked perfectly normal inside that tight-looking attire. He moved naturally inside the circle of light, his steps making a squeaky sound as he walked.

"Well, it's good to see it works as intended," Mittens continued, putting no attention on what Adamos asked. "This seems promising!"

"What are you talking about?!" Adamos insisted as he tried to get up from the bed.

But just like that he discovered he was not only tied up but also vertical to the ground, being held against what looked like an operation table. And he was completely naked, with his manhood exposed in front of a Mittens who didn't seem to care about it. The grayish fur looked damp from the sweat, and only then Adamos noticed how hot the room really was.

"I see you're confused. It's probably a side effect from the portal. I won't say you'll get used to it because you won't cross it back."

"Portal...? Mittens, what's going on?!"

The devilish cat disappeared in the shadows with a giggle. Adamos took the opportunity to look around, but what lay in the darkness couldn't be deciphered by his bluish eyes; the lamp above his head was too bright to let his sight adjust.

Seconds later, he heard the grinding of small wheels moving closer. And the feline appeared back in the scene, pushing another operation table. On it was a suit not so different from the one he was wearing, made entirely of black rubber with blue and yellow details on the chest and arms, and a tail with a star at the end of it. However, instead of a cap, Adamos noticed a giant mask that looked like a lion.

Pokemon never got his interest. Aside from the show he left after the third or fourth season, Adamos couldn't tell what was so good about it. However, he remembered some things, especially the oddity of some names. And one of those names was Luxray, a Pokemon that looked just like the suit Mittens had brought forward.

"You might find this weird at first," the feline continued, clearly showing no interest in Adamos' shock, "but believe me when I say this feels just like a second skin."

"What the fuck is that thing?!" He yelled, finally leaving aside the formalities and fully giving up to panic.

Just the sheer thought of wearing that thing froze his blood. The tightness and the shiny surface provoked in him a discomfort he couldn't explain with words. Unconsciously, he tried to move away from the suit, just for the shackles to remind him he was tied to the table.

"And why am I tied down?" The raccoon continued, finally addressing the most concerning detail. He struggled once again with the metal shackles on wrists and ankles, just to meet again with the frustration of being so weak to break free--despite knowing muscles wouldn't make a difference.

"God you ask too many questions!" Mittens rolled his eyes.

In his hands he carried a silver device--a remote control, judging by a couple of buttons visible. And when Mittens pressed one of them, a set of robotic arms appeared from above Adamos' head. The bindings released the raccoon for just a brief instant and passed the baton to the arms that held him firmly by the shoulders.

Adamos had no chance to react. He went from a robotic warder to another, and he still had no idea what was going on.

"I don't see the point in explaining to you what's going on. You probably aren't gonna believe it anyway. But if you insist..."

Mittens pressed another button. More arms came down from the ceiling and took the pieces that made the rubber suit. Legs, arms, torso; Adamos saw them dance before his eyes while the claws holding him moved his body as if it was a mere doll.

"Let's say, hypothetically speaking--and by that I'm talking literally--that I'm not the Mittens you know, BUT a Mittens from an alternate reality to yours, and that I have brought you straight into MY reality."

"What the fuck...?"

"Yeah, that's the reaction I was expecting. And now you're probably gonna think I'm joking, despite knowing I wouldn't go that far for a joke. I mean, robotic arms?" Mittens paused to signal the advanced technology holding him. "But, once again, I'm not the Mittens you know."

His fear had turned into confusion, one that froze his body and let the feline move forward with his plan. With an almost fatherly care that bordered the creepiness, Mittens put on the rubber legs with the help of the robotic arms.

Adamos yipped. A coat of warm oil inside the suit helped his legs slide right in with little effort, yet it didn't make it any more comfortable. All the contrary, the raccoon cringed at the tightness and rubbery touch as the suit moved upwards. His body twitched in a sign of distress that didn't seem to bother Mittens, who continued diligently his task.

"Now, whether you believe what I say or not is not relevant. And you won't be worrying about this in a moment, so bear with me, please."

"But... fuck, I don't get it... none of this makes any sense!" Adamos cried. When he finally got back to his senses, his struggle to stop the suit was completely useless; the rubber had covered his lower half.

"And it doesn't need to. As I said, there's no reason for you to think of it."

The design was odd and slightly ridiculous. The rubber made his legs look rounder, and both bulge and ass got a bigger appearance, almost as if he was wearing diapers under his clothes, which only made him hate the suit even more. However, a peculiar detail caught his attention almost immediately, and it was the glowing lock symbol on the fat bulge, right on top of where his cock was.

"... Mittens... what does that mean?"

"Look, my trash-lover friend, I love you. But your counterpart on this reality is...," the feline clicked his tongue, a notorious disdain accompanied his voice, "a total bitch. And not the cool kind of bitch. He's a bad bitch. The 'I-steal-your-boyfriend-then-dump-him-a-week-later' kind of bitch. And that fucker really messed up with my design. Turns out it's super hard to brainwash a bad bitch."

He continued to explain as he put on the rest of the suit. The torso was like a vest, except the zipper closed from behind. The arms were long gloves that stretched to fit perfectly. And while the raccoon did what he could to stop Mittens from putting on the rest of the suit, the robotic arms proved themselves stronger, and manipulated his body with ease, turning his fight into a harmless squirm that only got a giggle out of Mittens.

Just like the legs, the rest of the suit was tight and warm, with oil covering the inside so it wouldn't pull the gray fur. Adamos witnessed how the rubber swallowed him completely, leaving nothing but a figure resembling a giant squeaky toy. He didn't need to move to know the sound his limbs would make. And he didn't want to move either; the rubber felt disgusting around his body, much worse than a latex glove.

"However, his alternate versions are so much better and easier to control. I tried different methods, but this one, my friend, has become my favorite."

What could he say? Nothing came to his mind. The entire situation, if real, was beyond the limits of his comprehension. Adamos was already dancing at the edge of the cliff that was his sanity, looking down at the abyss called madness. Trying to understand Mittens' words felt like a gust of air trying to push him down.

The only image that made Adamos snap out of his little trance was the Luxray head Mittens put on top of him personally.

"Wait... nononononono--"

But his pleas got no answer, and no matter how much he shook his head, Mittens managed to enclose it inside the massive mask. Again he cringed at the touch of warm oil against his fur and skin. He closed his eyes and held his breath, begging for that to be nothing but a bad dream that had lasted more than it should have.

But when he opened his eyes, he was still inside the rubber suit.

"This is what rich folks would call state-of-the-art technology," Mittens announced, pressing a different button.

A small electric impulse sealed the gaps and trapped Adamos inside the suit. The zipper on the back disappeared under the rubber. The arms finally released him, and his first impulse was to desperately get the suit off of him. Adamos gnashed his teeth at the squeaky sound of rubber against rubber, a disgusting and unnerving sound that pierced his ears.

However, his attempts to escape were futile. The suit was sealed. Until Mittens pressed the button again, Adamos was trapped inside it, forced to live like a giant rubber toy.

He knew what he had to do. He moved forward, decided to snatch the remote from Mittens' hand and free himself. But he only took a step when another electric discharge forced him to stop. Weak, yes, but it was applied straight to his head through the mask. A small discharge, too weak to hurt him, but strong enough to manipulate the way his brain worked.

Adamos knelt. He didn't want to, his body just reacted. He knelt and looked at Mittens, whose devilish smile had come back. The feline licked his lips and gave his bulge a good rub as he pressed the button over and over again.

"It's funny how the brain works, you know? It took me a while to make it work properly, but the mask can finally emit a discharge to manipulate the brain and put the subject in a deep trance without hurting him. But I guess you're not really listening at this point, right?"

He wasn't. The frequent discharges made it too hard for him to focus. It felt like a massage given by a dozen of fingers all over his head. It was weird at first, but as the "torture" continued, the discharges began to feel a little... different. Adamos trembled inside the suit while Mittens' training demolished his inhibitions one by one. Shame, fear, regret, modesty, everything turned to dust after each electric discharge, along with his spirit and free will.

The mask had a visor for Adamos to see what was outside. He didn't notice, but his subconsciousness did see the images flashing at high speed. The trigger words created an obedient mindset. Obey. Submit. Surrender. Please. Enjoy. Kneel. Pet. Toy. Moan. Whine. Squirm.

Each and every word got engraved in his mind through the frequent discharges.

He struggled. Adamos unconsciously resisted the hypnosis. He closed his eyes, clenched his fists, gnashed his teeth, groaned, whined, hit the ground so the pain could keep him away, drooled, stumbled, and reached with his weakened arms for a remote that was out of his reach.

And in his desperate struggle to survive, he didn't hear Mittens saying the same words that flashed before his eyes. But his subconsciousness did.

"Obey. Submit. Surrender. Please. Enjoy. Kneel. Pet. Toy. Moan. Whine. Squirm."

And he repeated them over and over again while Adamos' body adapted to the shape of his new rubbery skin. He felt it getting tighter. Warmer. It started to feel more comfortable. Like home. Like him.

He put down his hand. Drooling inside the suit, the discharges turned into a pleasant sensation that had his cock already hard and throbbing. His futile resistance ended without him noticing it. He had become an obedient and loyal Luxray, one who waited patiently for his friend's orders.

"Bulk up! Hulk up! Luxray!"

Mittens had left behind his cheerful voice and commanded Luxray with a strong and threatening tone. More discharges acted like the strings of a puppeteer, spreading across the suit to control his movements. Still on his knees, Luxray flexed a set of muscles the rubber kept hidden, making a lot of noise in the process.

"Excellent," the feline muttered.

From his belt, he took a little ball that, after pressing a button, became bigger. It was a rubber ball with a white line across it. While Luxray was still flexing for him, Mittens booped his nose with the ball, exactly where a little button was located. A red right came from the ball and engulfed Luxray, who was immediately sucked inside it.

Mittens admired the ball in silence, the sixth ball that made his collection.

"The game says I can only have six on my team. But this isn't a game, isn't it?" Then, he got the rubber Pokeball closer to his face, knowing Luxray could still hear him. "Why don't we get more friends for you to play?"