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The Rubberdex - #10 Caterpie
🕑 Added 2019-10-31 12:57:32 +0000 UTC Every breath he took was strained and quivering. The mask clung so tightly to his face, he couldn't tell where he ended and it began, if there even was a difference anymore. To him, the world was darkness.
"Stringshot!"
A single word ran through his mind, over and over again. It was slow, pulsing and commanding, a voice he couldn't recognise, but one that felt familiar to him all the same.
"Stringshot!"
The word jolted through his body, electric pleasure running through his very core that centered itself into his loins. On command he found himself bucking and writhing, the slick splattering of his rubbery seed coating him further in an increasingly tight cocoon of deceptively adorable shape.
"Stringshot!"
He wasn't given a moment's relief from the process. His refractory period gone, and his body squeaking and creaking in the increasingly tight embrace of his self-formed mummifcation, he would sooncrack to the strain. He would lose himself to the mask, and forget anything that he might have been before he wore it.
