A Good Chair

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This is a spiritual sequel to this story. I wasn't planning on writing this, but I couldn't help myself. I hope you enjoy this short story~

You can see the image which inspired this story here!


After enjoying one too many rubber suits, I came across an online ad for a sex suit trial which claimed to allow you to live fully suited up for a potentially indefinite time. After signing up and getting accepted, I drove over to the secluded lab, excited for what's about to come.

They get me to strip down before ushering me into a tiny room with just a rubber chair in it before telling me to take a seat. I planted my butt on the smooth chair and begin waiting.

It didn't take long before I started to feel a tingling sensation on my thighs. Looking down, I saw that the rubber from my seat has start to spread across and onto me, fusing those parts onto the chair. I tried to stand up, but it was already too late - I was firmly stuck on a chair which was slowly starting to make me become one with it. I tried to scream. I tried to shout. But they deliberately ignored my pleads.

The tingling kept moving across my body, letting me know exactly how far the rubber was advancing.

When it reached my crotch, I couldn't help but let out a moan as it coated my dick. The tingling intensified, becoming quite pleasurable, and my cock betrayed my fear by quickly reaching full erection before it was fully coated rubber. It felt like I had penetrated someone's tight hole and I tried to buck my hips to get in deeper, but it was futile as I was already completely stuck to the chair, and I wasn't actually penetrating anything. All I could do was grunt and groan while my dick throbbed with need.

At some point, my horny brain got the best of me, and I couldn't stop myself from reaching down and gripping my cock, desperate to get myself over the edge with one final orgasm before whatever this chair has in store for me prevents it. My hand glided across my cock as I pumped it with a need. In any other context, I'd have thought that I was in heaven, so I focused on those thoughts to get me up and over the finish line.

I was so focused on my arousal that I didn't notice the rubber has made its way across most of my torso, I didn't notice the rubber has fully coated my lower half, and I didn't notice the rubber from my dick spread to my hand and is made its way up my arm. I quickly reached the edge, but just as quickly realised that I couldn't get over it. My hand started to cramp so I swapped to using my other hand to get me to my release, too horny to see my rubber hand moulding into something closer to a cup-holder.

The rubber crept up my neck and all I could care about was getting off. It wasn't until my other hand began to turn into a cup-holder that I realised how screwed I was. There I was - fused to a chair, my cock the hardest it's ever been, completely unable to try and free myself - and I was more worried about getting off than escaping.

My dick throbbed, ached, begged to be touched, but my arms couldn't bend any further - they jutted out in front of me as if they were asking someone to put something in them. No matter how I tried to move, my dick remained unstimulated except for the tight feeling around it which hadn't let up for even a second; it made me wish I had some tight hole in front of me to use.

When the rubber sealed my nose and mouth, I was surprised to find that I could still breathe completely fine despite the lack of airholes. I would have been interested to find out how this was possible, but my predicament had me put it on the bottom of the list of things to think about.

Eventually, the rubber coated my eyes, leaving me completely blind. The only stimulus I had was the feeling of the suit over my body, and the feeling of my cock which was desperate for any attention. I don't know how long I was left in the dark, but all that changed when I felt something press against my face. It took a few minutes for it to integrate itself into the rubber, but in the end, I had access to sight once more.

I appreciated the ability to see again, but all I really wanted was to cum!

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"And here we have our oldest display chair. Oh, it looks like someone has already given him a test run today! If any of you want to give him a test run yourselves, feel free to do so a little later. As you can see, he makes a nice, comfortable seat; his padded thighs and soft belly make for great cushioning.

His cock makes for an excellent dildo for you to let out your pent-up urges on, and his outstretched arms make it feel like he's even hugging you. Speaking of arms, his hands are perfectly moulded to hold many common objects, so no need to hunt for your lube when he can be holding it for you.

You might have noticed his dick is already pre-lubed. Well, to do that you just need to squeeze his bulge like so and he'll dispense some himself...

...and hear that? It's the sound of appreciation! See that lock there? That means he's completely lost the ability to cum himself, so give him a squeeze and you'll be relieving some of his own pent-up urges while also dispensing some lube for you. We find that three to four squeezes gives a good coating.

And, yes, his inability to orgasm does mean that he's always erect and ready to be sat on. What good would be a chair that takes a minute to warm up before you can use it!

Now, come along. We have a lot more furniture in our showcase. And as I said, you can try them out later when we're finished. Those who dawdle might find themselves as part of our next showcase, so you better not lose sight of me!"