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Permanent Charmeleon Suit

It was supposed to be temporary.

Just a few minutes. You were only meant to wear the Charmeleon suit for a few minutes, just enough for your rival to gloat. It slipped on easily, the insides already slick. The shiny red latex almost seemed to hum as it hugged your flesh, cradling your body in a skin-tight embrace. Bare-naked, it was like a second skin, and to your embarrassment it even came with a rubbery sleeve for your cock, but you knew it wouldn’t be for long. You lost the bet, and he won the battle, and you’d be taking the suit off any second now.

But then the hood went on.

He tugged it down over your head in one swift motion, dragging something hard and rubbery down your face until it hit your lips. You gasped, filling your nose with the crisp scent of rubber. Eyes wide, shoulders tensed. W-Wait, what was—?

Too late.

Placing one hand on the snout of the hood, your rival pushed down hard on your face, plunging the cock-gag deep into your mouth. Then, while you thrashed and squirmed, he tugged the hood all the way down until it sat snug against the latex clinging to your neck. It tensed, thrummed against your skin as if it was alive, and through the eye-lenses you could just make out the smug grin on your rival’s face as he stepped back to admire his handiwork.

“Heh, that’s a much better look for you, don’t you think?”

But you weren’t listening. Shaking. Breath falling hot and rapid from your nose. Your hands flew up to the mask and yanked on the snout, but it wouldn’t budge. You clawed at the neck, searching for the flap separating the hood and the suit—

Gone.

“Mff?” Eyes wide. Heart thumping. You stumbled back and tripped over the suit’s thick, rubbery Charmeleon tail, collapsing onto your backside with a horrified moan. N-No, it couldn’t just be gone. That was impossible! That—That couldn’t happen! “Mff! Mmmggo!”

Click.

A firm, leather collar snapped shut around your throat, secured by a heavy padlock. While you fumbled for it, your rival dangled the key in front of your eyes, like a carrot hanging from a stick. Hot, gooey panic bubbled in your stomach as you watched him take either end in both of his hands.

And your heart shattered as he *snapped *it in two.

The pieces clattered to the ground, and all you could do was stare, brain thick and hot and spinning and—

Another click, then a tug. You lurched forward, dragged by a leash towards your rival, towards the tenting bulge in his pants, away from your freedom.

“You won’t have to worry about losing to me **ever **again…”