Glued In

Sequence commission for Zooks

He written a story to go with it, so I hope you all enjoy it too~

 'Come try on and model for our newest toys and equipment',  the white fox had told me with an obviously-too-sultry tone at the  start of the tour, dragging me through one of the staff-only doors...
 

I probably should have said no, but when you're touring one of your  favourite latex-tech companies and there's a chance for some squeaky fun  in some of their newest hardware, well... saying no is pretty hard.
 

Getting into the suit was relatively easy: the entire wearing and  fitting process was automated. An impossibly form-fitting suit, a gas  mask and a secure little chastity cage completed the look, all donned  with the help of these high-tech, robotic arms.
 

After a bit of groping and posing for a few off-the-record 'promotional'  images, the fox looked at me with a rather concerning grin. He told me  that I could decide how long I wanted to keep the outfit for, and when I  told him that I was fine with simply getting out of the suit right now, that's where the trouble began.
 

An impossibly large canine dildo was placed before me with the various  durations marked along the length in ascending order, the last marking  reading 'release', which was past the knot and at the hilt. The task  before me was simple, or so the fox had said. If I wanted to be  released, all I'd have to do was hilt it without creaming myself. If  not, I'd be trapped in there for whatever duration I'd landed on. I  adamantly refused at first, and the fox threatened to simply report me  for stealing company property if I'd refused. I wasn't supposed to be  here, in this gear, after all...
 

...and so I played his game. I was so close to escaping, just holding it  in for a second longer would have set me free, but between the fox's  taunts and how ashamedly aroused I was by my predicament, I came.
 

As soon as it happened, the same robotic arms that had helped me into  the suit descended upon me, squirting spurt after spurt of adhesive down  the neck of of my suit, into my mask, and even into the lock of my  chastity cage. I squirmed and fought against it, but as the experimental  adhesive compounds began fusing latex to flesh, the tugging against my  suit soon began to feel like I was simply trying to rip off my own skin.
 

The fox who had tricked me into all of this of course, was having a good  time filming this, stroking his own erection as he watched the machines  seal my fate. I cried out for help, but with the dildo gag in my maw  fusing to the inside of my mouth from the glue, there were no more words  I could form to plead for help.
 

The fox came over my defeated face as the machines finished up the  sealing process, then simply threw me into the still-empty gift shop  with my discarded clothes in a heap before locking the door behind him. I  stood there, dumbfounded, before the sounds of the tour group began  creeping in from down the hall, snapping me back into reality.
 

I panicked, wiping the fox's cum off my face with my shirt before  hurriedly pulling it over my head. I was just about to zip up my pants  when my friends strolled into the gift shop, and once again I was close,  but not quick enough...
 

"Hey Zooks! Where have you bee-"
 

"I'm sorry dro- Mr. Zooks..." the red lizard quickly corrected himself,  smoothing out the feathers on his head with a free hand as he read  through the letter that I had meticulously typed, "But I'm afraid  there's no 'removing' of any of this. The adhesive our employee used was  one of our experimental 'permanent' glues. Put very, very simply Mr.  Dron- Zooks, all of that equipment on your is fused to your flesh. It  might as well be a part of you, now. If we tried to remove any of that,  we might end up skinning you alive instead."
 

"Wrrrh!?" I replied, half-shouting into the gas mask, "Ymm mmrh rrm srrgh rrh drgh!?"
 

The red lizard before me took a moment to consider my response before  sighing deeply. "Well, yes. You're stuck like this. As the CEO of  Sairaks Industries however, I would like to personally extend you a  rather generous compensation package for your trouble, detailed within  these papers... if you'd just take a moment to go through them..."
 

Sairaks  Latex-Tech Industries no longer offers tours of our drone manufacturing  facilities, after a recent incident where a particularly depraved staff  member was found to be abusing the technologies there. Tours will be  closed while we revise our employee background checks, safety  procedures, and resolve ongoing legal issues with the victim. As we are  unable to undo the damages done, Sairaks La-techx Industries is working  with the victim toward a generous compensation package for the incident,  including rehabilitation and employment to help the victim return to a  normal life.