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...