“Another day, another captive.”
 
 The mule would huff and grumble as they secured this prisoner’s arms and legs together, ignoring their cries and pleas to be released. What was their name? Who fucking cared, he was being paid to secure them in storage, not make pals.
 
 He would heft the struggling, hogtied cat under his arm, carrying them to a specialized looking tub. Once they were firmly placed in, he would activate a few switches, and turn on the hoses.
 
 The poor cat would squeal as a layer of custard colored latex was deposited upon them, the soft goopy slurping sounds filling their ears as they were slowly absorbed and encased. What started as a loose, clinging mass to their pelt started to harden slightly, solidify into a smooth, professional looking latex prison… 
 
 The mule would just look at his clipboard, checking to see what the bosses wanted as far as specifics. He ignored the now muffled noises from his captive as the latex filled their mouth with their own mouth shaped gag… “Ah shit, this one was meant to be collared. Fuck.” He would pull on some long gloves, stop the latex dispenser, and open the shield up so he could work.
 
 The cat could only let out the slightest wiggles, the latex still warm but hardening around them as they moaned and struggled… they could feel the latex give way and tighten as a thick and heavy collar was snapped around their throat… Once that was done, they could also feel the way the mule’s hands were molding and shaping the latex around his horns and ears, making him whine… it didn’t feel too bad, but it was still so much…
 
 “Nngh… mmph…”
 
 “Shush.” The mule huffed, tightening the collar again and turning his attention to the other’s paws. He did as he was told, carefully scraping off the latex with one of his tools… he was quite delicate with it, ensuring nothing was caught by his work, and that the captive would still feel every single touch. For as gruff and disinterested as the mule was, he was still not so jaded as to leave his customers dissatisfied. He still ignored the cat’s futile wiggling and mewling, just ensuring the cuts to the latex were sound and to the company’s standard.
 
 Once that was settled, he would raise the shield again, only activating the nozzles on the front. The latex resumed its cascade, falling upon the captive and covering their collar… Again, upon completion, the shield would go down and the mule would apply the finishing touches. The collar hummed and its display flickered, applying the digital tag of “LONG TERM STORAGE” upon the now faceless guest. A similar digital lock would appear on the others’ back, where the hog tie had been…
 
 “Hm… this should be good.” 
 
 His eyes wandered up to the paws, hands testing the captive’s responses. He would carefully massage his paws, just using the same amount of pressure on the exposed pads as he would on the rest of their body… and only when he was satisfied would he pull back and turn on the cooling fans.
 
 The captive could only moan and beg for help as they felt the latex rapidly start to tighten, the formerly warm substance shrinking under the cool touch of the blown air. It made it so very hard to breathe…
 
 The entire fifteen minutes of this tightening and shrinking of this prison was ultimately ignored by the mule attendant, who simply would spend his time on his phone while coming by to occasionally check on the struggling cat.
 
 Once it was done, he would shut off the machine, and heft the cat under his arm to put him away. He had a nice clean box and kennel to be put into, with all manner of stimuli to keep them occupied…
 
 The mule would head out into the hall, and towards a cell block… “let’s see…” The mule would find the appropriate cell, unlock it via passcode, and slide the cat’s wrapped body into the gel filled cell. It molded to their form, moving just enough to stimulate then and accommodate them while the mule shut the door behind them…
 
 The timer to open the seal was set for several years from now…

The display dummy is taken down at the end of the day shift.

Devlin is sprayed down with a strange spray, can shaped not unlike keyboard cleaner...they work to cover every inch of the goo with this spray, ensuring that the addictive properties are nullified for any outsiders handling it.

Two mules wheel the moaning and addled skunk off to Fleiya's office, as requested... she has a new job for him, one that she is sure he will enjoy 

==

The stern unicorn is writing up a report on this change in assignment, changing Devlin from display accessory to active use... it's a tedious process, but it's necessary. Annoyingly so. If no one else does this paperwork, then it'll simply never get done.

She looks up from her work as the mules knock on the door, wheeling the captive skunk inside.

"Thank you, gentlemen. Please, release his head, I'd like to have a word with him."  She stands from her high backed chair, as the mules carefully unpack him from his nullsuit prison. Feliya watches passively as the skunk's maw is freed, his eyes wide as he looks around. 

"Wh...where...?" He panted, disoriented from the sudden rush of clear air... "what happened...?"

"You've been in that nullsuit for quite a while, Devlin." Fleiya speaks up, stepping forward. "A few months at minimum.” A small simplification. He’d been in there to where the busy season was over, and his contract had since expired. “We would like to inquire if you'd be interested in a..." he taps her chin. "Let's say, a lateral movement in the janitorial field."

Devlin looks blankly at her, until one of the mules nudges him. 

"She means, same shit, different pay. Keep up."

"Oh!" He seems to realize what they're talking about. "....GOOD pay still, I hope?" He smiles sheepishly.

"Of course. Your role will be more active and your pay will reflect accordingly. Although..." she smiles. "I don't think you'll have any objections to the uniform that is required for this position. Your increased salary will be reflected as soon as you agree and take on our new suit."

"I...well I guess I don't really have much of a choice, do I?" He asked, wriggling a little as the mules helped him pull off the now more solid gluey suit.

"On the contrary. You have the choice to turn us down, but it would be in your best interests to accept. After all, in the time it's taken you to be a shop window display, we've improved our formulas and latex tech quite a bit."

It had really only been a few months, but this set of products had been cooking up for years... Fleiya smiled. She was sure this silly little beast would enjoy his new position, as there were very few who would fill it...

"I...Hm! Okay. I'll bite. What will I have to do?"

==

The sauna and gym shared a locker room, and with it came the vague smell of sweat and other fluids. Janitorial staff was always on site to help handle any sort of messes or incidents, but the off season could be rough for that. 

Fleiya had been put in charge of finding ways to keep the facilities handled and running smoothly during these more lean months, and her research and development team had developed some interesting results...

Devlin had found himself in a back room of the spa area, stood on a cart and under a perilously quivering bubble of latex. The gluey smell made him perk up, and he realized he would be moved into a new area... the R&D team would be suited up in hazmat suit style protection, complete with gas masks and gloves, as they began working on the process.

A mechanism dropped the bubble of latex onto Devlin, engulfing his head in a familiar sensation and smell. The heady, glue-like smell filled his nostrils, body shuddering as it splattered down his frame. It spread a lot faster than last time, sliding down his chest and evenly coating his frame with minimal assistance from the staff. It gathered onto his crotch, a pleasingly sticky sensation as it continued to encase him. In record time he was once again a faceless lump of latex, and once again, he would open his maw to inhale and swallow more of that sappy, gluey substance. A familiar warm feeling, not the same, but just as enticing.

As the last of the latex engulfed his tail, he would hear another burble from above, and another sense of pressure as another layer of latex based material fell upon the unsuspecting skunk. He let out a startled noise, mixing the two and practically forcing its way down his throat. The smell was almost overwhelming as it slid down his throat. The mixture was so thick, almost creamy in his addled mind, which made him cum almost instantly. Another splatter of the mixed latex from his cock hit the shield that protected the R&D team, which would be brushed back towards Devlin... 

Slowly, he was encased in the new and improved null suit material, with the team ushering every last drop back onto the cart so as to contain it.  The skunk moaned and panted, barely able to move himself... his arms would be molded over his chest, crossed and pressed tight to squeeze more air from him... the more he struggled or tried to shift, the tighter the latex's grip became, until it hardened enough to keep him still.

As if that weren't enough, he would be sprayed down with a new solution, an absorbent that would take in external scents and odors, and convert them into a cleaner, fresher smell.

Or so they told him.

He would be left to sit and stew in his new prison, the bulge squirming with each orgasm he had... it would not allow him to breach the external layer, trapping him in a self perpetuating cycle of cumming, swallowing the latex slop, and getting all the more horny.

==

He was wheeled out to the locker room, where a support column looking structure waited for him. A vent had been installed, with some fans positioned around the room to funnel all air into this one specific spot, absorbing odors and dispensing a fresh, clean smell for the gym users. 

Already, the janitorial staff was talking about how this was gonna help keep the place so much more fresh, how Devlin was damn lucky to be chosen for this position...

He would be placed in the hollowed column, and shut inside. The room would be flooded with the smell of the gym's patrons upon sealing, all of it absorbed into the latex...

Devlin could only moan and whine, trapped in a heaven of his own making, so to speak. The latex layer closest to him would remain churning slightly with every orgasm, constantly teasing his body with its gentle movements wafting the strong glue smell mixed with stink into his nostrils.

==

The R&D team would monitor his progress, keeping an eye on the patrons' satisfaction levels, his absorption levels... all during winter.

They would run the numbers, and realized...

They were doing well. But summer would be a lot worse, and changes might need to be made...

Quick rubber commission for FA!

An escape from the winter’s cold was just what the doctor ordered.

The Steaming Rock Hot Spring may not have the most creative name, but it had some of the best reviews in the country. In addition to the hot springs for which it was named, they also had a state of the art indoor beach for those looking for a less traditional winter getaway.

Such as Seranata.

The elemental spirit was taking it easy on the sandy shore on the far end of the indoor beach, enjoying the quiet hours that were granted to her by the management. They had let her stay after most of the public had been kicked out for the night, and she was enjoying the artificial warmth that the lamps above were granting her.

What they didn’t tell her was that they had security for people who tried to sneak in, and had forgotten to whitelist her.

It started with a tug on her paws.

She sat up and saw a burbling mass of what looked like latex sliding from the waves. While she did scream and struggle to get away, a heavy wave pushed the blob forward, engulfing her whole body in one fell swoop.

Seranata kicked and squealed, struggling to try and grab at the pink latex like substance. But no matter how hard she pulled, she could not get her hands free. Soon she could feel it start to close in around her, wrapping over her face and wings as she staggered to her feet.it had reached down to her breasts, which were quickly covered and seemingly numbed. The latex in that area glowed with a sickly green, displaying lock logos on her chest. A similar design would appear between her legs, as a nulge was formed as it slid down to her hips…

The elemental spirit could not help but scream, her voice muffled by the strange pink latex wrapping around her. Her hands came up to her head, trying to grasp at where it was. But she found there was no purchase for her mitted paws, no seam nor hole to take advantage of.

The latex had worked its way down to her legs and thighs, and ballooned in size to form a more exaggerated version of her natural figure… at least in her lower half. Her legs were soon fully wrapped up, leaving her sealed within her pink prison…

She struggled to call for help, screams muffled as she was slowly gagged. The latex was expanding in her mouth, preventing her from closing it properly. All she could do was shuffle around, unaware that the latex had hard plastic handles along the back.

“Oh for gods sake. Who let a guest in.”

“NNGH?!” Seranata looked up, as she felt someone grab at these handles. She could only squirm helplessly as she was dragged away, trying to explain but finding herself unable to speak…

“Sheesh… one more pool float to keep track of.” The employee grumbled, dragging her towards the back of the towel hut. She would be hung up on a hook by the handles, alongside other pool toys who had broken the rules.

“At least this one is an attractive shape. She’ll probably be a popular model.”

Seranata struggled and wailed into her inflated gag, begging the employee to come back. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not get their attention. And so she was left on the rack, waiting for someone to come help her…