Suited for the Show

Story by Tristan Hawthorne on SoFurry

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Commission for Murdoc featuring his character Beau Mayberry

Beau has a gig at a college party stripping. He's started adding rubber kink stuff to his repertoire recently, so he's trying on a new bodysuit. Little does he know that it's more intent on being a permanent addition to his wardrobe... and that it enhances his already ravenous sexuality...

Contains: Latex Suit, Muscular Pokémorph, Hyper Cock, Rubberification, Male Stripper, Drunken Stupor, Cock Vore, Sleeping Prey, Rubber Cum, Unwilling Prey, Melty Cum Digestion, Condom Disposal, Colorful Cum and an Ambiguous Fate

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Beau finished applying the baby powder to his fur-covered form. The well-built canine set the canister down and flexed hard enough that some white puffed out from between his pecs. "That should do." He muttered to himself, and reached into a box on the counter. The anthro houndoom, a stripper by trade, had recently put rubber kink into his repertoire. In the box was a new suit he was trying out.

The suit was specially made by some company he'd never heard of, but they offered custom. After all, regular sized Pokémon had a hard enough time finding tight things that fit, while Beau stood a bit over seven and a half feet tall!

Taking the suit in his hands, he looked down it. It seemed the correct shape, the hood even accommodated for his large horns. All along the sides of its torso were blue stripes embossed onto the black latex. He scootched the suit up further in his grasp, the empty arms flopping, before he got down to the hip. There seemed to be ample room for the bulge that was currently residing in a pair of posers he was planning to wear beneath the suit.

He licked his lips slowly. He hoped he'd get a chance to catch someone violating his no-touch clause. His shaft twitched, swelling against the fabric of the poser while his thoughts drifted to feeding the monster between his legs. The houndoom shook his head and scrunched up the bridge of his muzzle. "Nope... gotta keep from getting horny until I've got my junk fully contained in this thing..." He reminded himself, knowing he'd never get the suit closed if he had a boner to contend with.

Passing the sides of the suit between his hands, the muscular Pokémorph lowered the suit down, holding it like it was pants he was about to step into. The canine slowly eased his leg in, smiling at the ease of entry. Using not enough baby powder was always an exercise in the latex clinging and dragging at his fur in annoying and uncomfortable ways.

Beau slipped his other leg in and carefully pulled the suit up around his thighs, feeling the legs of the latex garment stretch to hold his beautiful calves and thighs. The built Pokémon took a moment to thread his spaded tail through a gap at the small of the back, before he started working his broad torso into the upper half.

He curled his toes a bit against the inside of the suit's stocking feet, feeling the latex settle between each of his toes and cupping against his claws. They seemed to fit just right. He worked one python of an arm after the other into the sleeves, feeling the latex having to stretch to fit there as well. Judging from how his quads and glutes looked in the mirror wrapped in tight black and blue rubber, the stretch was helping detail the muscles below.

With the chest still parted, he carefully eased the hood up over his horns, before tugging it down to cover his face. There were holes for his eyes and nostrils, and lining them up was simple enough. Beau turned to look in the mirror. He smirked, seeing the flex of facial muscles show up through the face mask. He curled an arm, then held out a leg and tensed his quad and calf. All that was left was to make sure it would close over his pecs.

Taking either side of the split in the suit he got in through in a now rubber-coated hand, he pulled, feeling the rubber tighten all over his body. Along his back it clung close most obviously, across his sculpted ass, down his tail... Didn't the suit leave that exposed?

He pulled harder, squinting, as the seam started to close up over his abs. The gap in the material closed up the more it was brought together. He couldn't tell because he wasn't looking in the mirror, but it was leaving no mark there'd ever been a split once the two sides met. At the same time the black latex was flowing down the length of his whip-like tail, working to cover up that last limb, as square inches of chest were conquered bit by bit.

When Beau got his knuckles to rap against each other with a slick squirk over the valley of his chest, he paused. He hadn't seen a zipper. The tightness of the latex intensified suddenly. The houndoom let go of the rubber he'd been holding, dropping his hands to reveal the suit pressing down into the crevice between his heavy pecs. The last of his tail spade was coated, leaving just his eyes and nostrils uncovered.

The stripper looked in the mirror. As he looked, the slick rubber started to close over his nostrils. He opened his mouth in surprise, stretching the mask, and it just sucked between his jaws. Beau clamped his mouth shut, but it didn't vacate, it just went deeper, wrapping and coating to every surface of his maw. His lips were fully outlined, and to his surprise the rubber invaded his nostrils as well.

Shortly after, he felt the rubber pressing up against his taint, having cleaved its way between his muscular cheeks. Then, the latex started to force its way into his tail hole. The houndoom gasped again, which just pulled the rubber down his throat, eyes wide as he gripped onto the edge of the counter.

The black latex pressed and squeezed, working to coat everything it could. As though the poser was no longer in the way, his bundled up shaft and sac gained more and more definition. No longer bound up in a mere pouch of spandex, his cock started to throb and stretch the rubber further as he grew erect. The invasive material then started to press down his cum slit.

Beau muffledly grunted, blacking out from the pleasure and slumping to the floor of his bathroom as the rubber finally sealed over his eyes.

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Ted sighed heavily. The stripper wasn't here yet. The maned wolf checked his watch, looking down at his friend Brad, passed out against the couch. The tiger's face showed signs of permanent marker adding extra markings to his already striped fur.

The few guests still at the party were clearly restless. As one inched their way to the door, he sighed. "Sorry everyone. I guess the guy is a no-show. I'll complain to the agency, okay?"

The tall vulpine sat down onto the couch with a grunt, rubbing his head. He hadn't drank nearly as much as the muscular male who'd become a canvas for some immature art, but he was plenty woozy between the time, the stress of throwing the party, and the drink.

He could hear the door opening and closing over and over again, as his guests drained out, disgruntled. Soon Ted could only hear his own breathing and the deep slow breaths of his friend at the foot of the couch.

The maned wolf lay down on his side on the couch, closing his eyes. Maybe he'd take a nap before he called Brad a cab.

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Beau grunted. After waking up on his bathroom floor, the rubber houndoom had gotten dressed in some other rubber gear over his glossy black and blue body, clambered into his car and drove to the address. He squirked against the vinyl seating with every motion he made. He chuckled a bit, the sound pleasant to his changed ears.

Everything was so sensitive, too. He was glad for the protection against stimulation the clothes he'd thrown on provided, but even still his cock was straining against the cherry red rubber hot pants, threatening to flip up over the waistband before show time.

The anthro Pokémon parked and stepped out of his car fluidly, his beautifully sculpted form glistening in the moonlight. The clothes he was wearing were nicely revealing, good for his gig tonight. Some college party. Those were always good for some grabby guys. His cock throbbed against the rubber more insistently at the thought.

The latex houndoom strutted his way to the door, checking momentarily that he had the right address, and pressed the doorbell. He could hear the chime go off deeper inside the house, but there was no other response. Confused, Beau pressed it again, hackles rising. He yanked his phone back out of his jacket pocket to check the address again, and froze. Next to the time was an AM and the scheduled time was PM.

"Fuck." He rubbed his hand all over his face with a series of squirks, leaning against the door. He nearly overbalanced as it just swung open from the pressure. Catching his balance with one hand on the door, his quad against the frame and his phone-holding hand swinging around wildly, he regained his composure, only to find no one to witness that moment of awkwardness.

Beau sighed. The detritus of the party was everywhere. He definitely wasn't getting paid for this gig. His tail whipped behind him irately, before his shoulders dropped and he stood up straight. A smirk crossed his glistening muzzle.

There, on the couch, was a tall, skinny fox type guy, and slumped in front of the furniture was a buff tiger. Both were passed out.

Reaching back, the houndoom pressed the door closed behind him, before slipping his phone back into his jacket pocket. Casually slipping out of said garment with a series of squirks, he placed it on the coatrack next to the door with the poise his profession was known for. That is, seductive flexing. Though there was no one to witness it, the idea of the opportunity he'd stumbled into had him in the mood.

Beau's cock throbbed in his shorts, and he'd barely unbuttoned them when the black and blue shaft flung itself out into the open, flinging slick pre. The rubber Pokémon rocked his hips as he worked the hot pants off of his powerful ass, then over the mountains of his quads. The massive male soon kicked them aside, dressed in just a vinyl mesh shirt across his chest. If there were black lights the material would be glowing.

But no matter, he casually strutted his way over to the couch, before crouching like he liked to at the edge of the stage when he was working a club. His shaft pulsed, the slit gaping and closing with each surge along its length. The houndoom flicked his tail back and forth, licking his lips as he eased his hand out and cupped the back of the unconscious tiger's head. It was as simple as a rock of his hips and that gaping rubber meatus slotted right over the feline's blunt muzzle.

The Pokémon anthro bit his lip with a wet squirk, curling his toes. This normally felt good, but it was so intense, like the first time he'd ever done it. His shaft flexed greedily, and Beau felt the tiger's head vanish from his hand. He looked down and grinned, seeing his cum slit squeezing tight on the drunken meathead's throat. The fire dog's grin dimmed when he looked from shoulder to shoulder. He'd taken larger before, but it had been an effort.

Beau grasped both shoulders, manually shrugging them up towards his cum slit, and focused on spreading it out. To the rubber canine's surprise, he stretched in half the time he was used to, getting a good grip on the passed out tiger's delts. Removing his hands, the houndoom rocked his hips forward again, feeling his nuts sway beneath them. He let out a low, happy 'dooooooom' as each motion worked him down the broad meal, in easy, smooth swallows.

When the bigger male got his cock around the tiger's hips, he slowly stood, dragging the unconscious meal's hips and legs up off the floor. The denim he was wearing was a bit itchy against his latex insides, but Beau wasn't going to let that deter him. His shaft squelched as it flexed and worked more of the big feline in. Already the bulge of his face was pressing out of the base of the immensely stretched phallus and dunking into the heavy balls below.

The houndoom panted headily, thrusting so that the muscular tiger's ass braced against the couch cushion. He dug his rubber claws into the upholstery to bolster it as a support as he worked forward, clenched down, and pulled back. The tiger's legs came up from a combination of the shift in weight and how rigid the Pokémon's greedy cock was, allowing the next thrust to brace the sloshed meathead's feet on the cushions.

This latest, eager set of thrusts shook the couch significantly enough that the sleeping maned wolf started to stir, shifting and draping an arm over his eyes with a low groan. "Brad...?"

Beau perked at the sound of the voice, then let go of the upholstery. As the tiger's shoulders slumped to the floor with the elasticity of the houndoom's rubber scrotum, the black and blue predator wrapped his slick fingers around the lanky male's ankles. The first meal's feet had hardly slipped out of sight into the carnivorous dick before the second's were being fed in.

The maned wolf wiggled his toes a bit as the warm tight feeling wrapped around them. "Dude, don't be weird..."

The predatory Pokémon grinned, bodily lifting his sac off the ground and bumping the slumped tiger into the front of the couch as he clambered up onto it to put his cock in line with the skinny male in his sights. Once he was sure he had the angle right, he thrust up to the knees in one wet slorp.

"What was that?" The vulpine pulled his arm off his face and blinked open his eyes, clearly disoriented as his vision swam with the aftermath of sleep.

"Your entertainment for the night... or at least mine..." Beau teased, running his black tongue along his lips. Each rock of his hips was accompanied by his feet shifting position, working down the sofa and its occupant. His heavy, man-shaped sac audibly blorped and gurgled, the shape within gradually starting to round out, accelerated by all the agitation from grinding and dragging against the couch. He got past the vulpine's hips and was nearly to his chest in a few easy shifts of his weight.

The maned wolf started, looking down. He saw his lower body wrapped in the black rubber, and his eyes traced down, and up. "Oh shit shit shit shit..." He stammered, reaching his arms up over the arm of the couch and curling to try to grab on, foil the consumption with an anchor.

"Just imagine, if your party had been in full swing I could have stuffed even more of you down my dick." The houndoom winked and thrust forward firmly, bringing the stretched cum slit to the middle of the maned wolf's chest, pushing against his underarms. The insides flexed and squeezed powerfully, applying more and more pressure.

The vulpine's arms were starting to quiver. He wasn't used to having to take so much 'weight' with this part of his body. He tried to kick his legs, but nothing was happening above the knee. Below the knee he felt his feet and lower legs wiggle around in a more open space, and a heavy, hot liquid splashing against his toes occasionally.

"Aaaand break." Beau grinned broadly as he flexed his cock again. As he said, the lanky male's hold on the couch failed, his biceps forced up against the sides of his face as his neck sank in. Another powerful flex dragged the whole head out of sight, reducing the vulpine to a pair of forearms and grasping hands wiggling about.

The maned wolf writhed, trying to bend at the elbow to make it that bit harder. But that had even less leverage than at his shoulders and he was overpowered before he could even brace for it. He was sinking faster every moment, especially as gravity became a factor.

The black rubber houndoom twisted and flopped down onto the couch with a grunt as the flailing arms slorped down, fingers grasping at the air before they too vanished from view, leaving just the bulge of a lanky male trailing down to meet the softened form of the meathead tiger slumped out on the floor between the massive Pokémon's thighs.

Wetly, the vulpine crashed down, knees splashing in, and then his hips, before his head and arms were released into the cramped chamber as well. "Guuhhh.... It's all goopy..."

"Y-yeah, it feels great..." The tiger muttered drunkenly.

The maned wolf couldn't see through the black latex, reaching out to feel around. "Brad?"

Beau stroked over his cock slowly as the last of the two meals vacated his cock for where they'd churn down, licking over his lips a bit. He reached out with his long, spaded tail, the tip digging into the pocket of his cherry red hot pants, before retrieving a wrapped condom. "There we go..." He used his tail to pass the prophylactic to his claws, before casually opening the wrapper. "I know you're not supposed to do latex on latex.... But... whatever." He smirked.

The vulpine was confused and disoriented. All he knew was that he must be in some guy's balls, and so was Brad. He yelped as a sudden slosh knocked him back against a wall.

A low chuffing sound came from the heavy slop that had toppled him, and he felt a slick, goo-covered muzzle nuzzle against his. "Man, Ted... You're gonna love this... it's like my entire body's cummin' at once."

Ted grunted, flustered and reached to try to push his drunken friend off him. Instead of reaching the tiger's broad chest, however, his hands pushed right through and surfaced in the heavy substance he was soaking in on the other side of where the Tiger's head had to be. "B-brad?"

"That's right, you two... melt." Beau chuckled a bit, casually rolling the condom down over his throbbing shaft as he felt the pair tussle in his nuts. The bulges that the maned wolf was making were softening up as well, and the most distension the tiger could make anymore was a sloshing rock of the mighty nuts.

The vulpine panted heavily, feeling an intense pleasure tickling at his extremities. It was just like Brad said... it was like he was having an orgasm with his skin... then it sank deeper into his muscles... through his core. He moaned and tried to pleasure himself, but his hand just pressed through where he thought his groin was. Ted could feel the tiger still all around him, but he could also feel himself around Brad. Their increasingly liquid forms were comingling, starting to mix as the clenching walls around them forced the heavy rubber seed they were becoming to churn.

The Pokémon edged himself carefully, waiting for the moment he could no longer feel the pair as anything more solid than a thick gel. As the voices turned to wet glorps and gurgles, and no more bulges appeared on his beautiful black sac, he kicked up his stroking, grinding his fingers of his other hand against the base of his cock, where it pressed down into the balls.

Beau clenched his eyes shut tight and howled, a gush of blue flame coming from his mouth as the water-balloon shaped scrotum suddenly tightened, pulling hardly an inch off the floor. At the same time the underside of his cock bulged, pushing his fingers out of the way, and the cum tube along the mighty shaft distended with the sheer volume coming up. The reservoir inflated slightly with displaced air trapped in the cock after the consumption, before heavy orange rubber shot forth, the substance distending the tip out far, before its own weight caused it to collapse and hang against the underside of the canine's glans.

The next shot jostled the reservoir, bulging out one side in the same way as a shot of black pumped through and mixed down in. The third was white, the thick substance swelling the condom's tip further. With each shot the color cycled between those three and the weight of the filling reservoir gradually dragged the mighty cock forward, towards the floor. Beau gripped the base of his cock with both claws, panting softly, and braced his ankles. As the weight in his balls decreased and the weight at the end of his dick increased, the tension increased.

Then, as he was nearing the end of his release, he felt the couch fall away from behind him. The muscular rubber Pokémon let himself be pulled to a standing position, grunting as the reservoir deformed like a water balloon against the floor while his sac continued to contract and work back to its regular size. He felt his climax finally taper off, maintaining his balance as a few shots of all three colors pumped out at a far lower pressure. He idly looked down at the clear latex stretched out at the end of his spent cock and chuckled.

In the still swirling pool, the colors weren't blending, they were intermingling. He could definitely see tiger stripes surface a bit, and the color patterns of the maned wolf take their place just with the way it churned in the wake of the powerful pressure of his release. Beau sighed. "Enjoy being nice and close like that. Inseparable I might say." He grinned, using his black claws to peel the length of the condom from his shaft, careful to not let it slip from his grip. Once his cock was free, his fingers tied off the condom with a practiced ease.

He grasped around the knot and lifted, effortlessly carrying the rubber sack at least the size his balls had reached while feeding with one arm. The Pokémon carelessly tossed the mass onto the couch, where it spread out and sank into place, the colors inside moving faster from the sudden motion. Beau hooked his hot pants with his tail, casually strutting back to the door.

The houndoom's cock continued to drizzle colorful post-cum onto the floor behind him as he moved, reaching with one hand to retrieve his jacket and carelessly toss it across one defined shoulder, which just gave him an excuse to be in a constant bicep curl, really. He opened the door back into the early morning light with a happy sigh, and started back towards his car, not bothering to do anything to cover his man-eater of a cock.