Sata, the Second.

RS Sata just stuck his tongue out anyway. Rolling hips to one side. "Not simply glad you're getting a new chance to seal up a total fucking queen again? ♥"

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Aislinne kinda shrugs his shoulders and struts on over. The two are surprisingly similar in height despite both wearing ludicrously slutty platform heels. The shiny void-boi gets real close, chest-to-chest even. He doesn't get handsy yet, though. He's just...stands there. Eye to glowing eye, chest to chest, bulge to bulge even.

The boi flashes a lazy smile. "How'd you get out, anyway? Gonna have to try harder this time. ...Somehow."

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RS Sata leans in, ever so slightly. Bulge pressing against bulge, chest on chest, lips just barely brushing up against each other. Undeniably, unrepentantly fucking gay to any outside observer, two smiling, smirking bois just so barely grinding upon each other, to see who'd give first.

"Oh... how would I know, though? It was fun, I do gotta say..."

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Aislinne gave first, and quickly at that. His hands went up, around, and back in, eager fingers sinking into generous assflesh. As they start to grope, they pull inward as well, now basically trying to crush the two bois together. Now they bump foreheads, bump lips, Ais sneaking in a cheeky little flick of tongue-to-opposite-lips. He breathes out, slow and steady, then lets a little growl slip. His bare dick twitches, already rock hard and sandwiched between two flat boi stomachs.

"Let's do it again, then. Longer. I'll keep an eye on you, make sure you can't get away this time~."

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RS Sata couldn't help but huff just a bit, pushing himself up as leather pants creaked in response to fingers gripping down on him. Eyes fluttering, back arching, pressing chests against each other even further an getting just that much better access to plump, black, glossy lips. For all intents and purposes a straight up kiss, even though nothing quite came of it. Grinning a bit wider, slight drop of spit drooling past his bottom lip to get picked up by the rubbermonster's tongue. "Longer, huh... let's just see about that! ♥"

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Aislinne just gives a wink in response. Simple, clean, but what he does next is anything but. Like sand through fingers, the rubberboi simply **melts** on the spot, his pretty features and curvy body reduced to little more than a thick, viscuous puddle at Sata's feet in mere moments. It's a couple of inches deep at most, engulfing a small part of the absol's heels and the area around him. Silent, still, and then it **moves**. It shudders and schlrps, twitches and groooans. And then it begins to climb.

A climb right up Sata. Hungry goop slithers its way up his skanky as all out footwear, shellacking perfection in, well, further perfection. Space-black, darkest ebon, but so impossibly, almost painfully **glossy**. Creep creep, and it's already to the tops, licking at his ankles, and certainly not showing signs of stopping. It's also pretty much the toughest glue imaginable, sticking the boi fast to the floor while it works.

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RS Sata had to take a step back as the boi-toy in front of him literally fucking melts to the floor, not... entirely expecting that. Brow furrowing for once across the total fagqueen's face, until a grin plastered itself on him again once he saw the puddle of rubber slut just creep upwards, over those immense heels, into and over excessively-tight leather pants, holding those feet down like he'd been outright fucking bolted to the floor. Actually forced to keep himself balanced consciously when he tried, eliciting a lovely little shudder out of him. "Oh, this is new... ♥"

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Aislinne ensures the heels are simply integrated, soon looking less like footwear and more like they're an actual part of Sata himself. It's impossible to tell where he ends and they begin, a smooth, seamless transition from slutboi to skankheels. His pants, though, they don't stand a chance. They're destroyed as the goop crawls higher over calves, knees, thighs, replacing with the most stupendously skintight living rubber imaginable. It really just looks like his very **skin** is becoming it, but in reality he's simply being shellacked to a supposedly impossible degree.

His cock's given maybe a fraction of a second of freedom before being forcefully locked down once more, firmly folded into a thick, stupendously large bulge set between his curvy hips. Now the Ais-goo is creeping close to his ass, his waistline, replacing what little clothing the Absol has as it goes. It still doesn't speak, it just squeaks, shudders, and sucks hungrily at Sata's body, the feeling like thousands of eager hands groping and squeezing at what parts of his body it imprisons.

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RS Sata's eyes fluttered... rolling back as that liquid rubbermonster gripped and overrode his fat, heavy shaft, nearly two feet of boibitch prick all but chastity-locked into a prominent null-ish bulge between his legs. Fingers curling up to fists, eyes closing so he could get at least a little bit of composure from the heavy lockdown he was on from waist down... and rising. Muscles tensing up, but sheer pressure prevented any little notice... which only got the shudder rolling up his spine even fiercer. Forcing out a soft, barely-gasped groan from his mouth, lips parting and pursing into a soft o-shape. "Hyah..."

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Aislinne is certainly an ubertight little blob of dollifying goodness, but he's juuust gentle enough to allow the Absol a little movement if he really fought for it. Definitely wasn't making it anywhere near easy, though. Just a hair below **crushing**, enhancing already mouthwatering boi-curve into something more. The eager goop wastes little time in wrapping up Sata's fat, fuckable ass, an enormous plug modeled after his own cock growing into his ass to plug it, well, **forever** while perma-pressed right up against his prostate. ...And then it starts to vibrate, riiight as a bright blue glowing lock symbol traces into being upon the fat bulge set in front. The arousal might rise, but the orgasm will never come. Void-magic's a bitch.

Now the goop's on his hips, flat stomach, smooth back, improving as it goes, the growing drone-suit very **gently** suggesting a pull down into the proper pose with the thousands of horny hands tugging downward amid the endless grope-hell.

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RS Sata's knees jolted inward... an inch or two, as that fat plug crammed and buried itself into his ass, thick and huge and knotted to absolutely ensure not a single bit of it would ever slide out - while at the same time showing off just a little bit of bulge on his otherwise flat, mirror-polished midriff. Eyes fucking crossed at the sensation, a choked gurgle coming out before he immediately sucked it back in and sputtered on his own drool. Climbing latex tugging and pulling and sealing away, chest rising and falling in shallow panting from the sheer enjoyment of good good rubberslutting, only half-willing as it was - certainly completely willing, but that lovely little push into not being his choice to happen whatsoever, well. That was just the particularly delicious bit of it. Easily enough to get him agreeing to that pull downward, letting legs slowly spread...

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Aislinne allowed free movement. ...Downward. Any errant, even unconscious attempt to rise at this point was met with furious resistance, like straining against solid rock. Sata's fate was downward, taking that perfect, meant-to-be pose until let otherwise. Now just past his currently well-pinched and licked at nipples, the hungry rubber wave slithers up to his neck and down his shoulders, sheathing as ultra-hard as ever. It tickled along his forearms, licked at his wrists, and finally gave each individual finger its own personal little perma-prison.

Now it kissed at his jawline, an idle and silent threat. The rubber puddle at his feet coalesced and spread into a proper base, perfectly circular and surely meant for something literally and figuratively statuesque. Armies of hands and fingers refused to let up as well, seemingly egging him on with tugs downward mid-grope of his fat, void-shined ass and strokes of his deliciously bulged and now steadily hole-plugged cock.

He was getting sealed in every way imaginable, but it was up to him to perfect it.

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RS Sata's tongue practically flopped out from his mouth, drool dripping down onto that bitch-trophy base, onto his own void-wrapped chest. Fat ass resting against his heels with a lewd, heavy sqrrrrk of rubber-on-rubber, knees forcing apart a bit further to put out a fully-on-display 180-degree split, just to emphasize that heavy, lock-stamped bulge all the more prominently. Head tilted back with an absent growl, just... remembering. Reveling. Enjoying that second coating of latex clamping down upon him from all angles in that distressing caress, oh so intent on never actually letting go this time. Who knows how long that'd last... but clearly they hoped forever. ♥

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Aislinne sloooowly and almost languidly works his way up now, taking special care in the main draw of this suck-statue-to-be. It's a simple wave traveling straight up, not around, simply up. Tickling at his lower lip, then taking it. Pulling upon it. millimeter by millimeter, the slithering rubbergoop makes its way across the circumference of the faggot's already black lips, somehow shading them even darker and shinier. The void swallows him as he's forced to swallow rubber, the stuff practically drowning him in itself as it works its way through his body. Even his insides are getting wrapped tight, the rubber making its home in the Absol's very flesh and bone. Still encased, but how could someone possibly ever free themselves from this?

...They couldn't, of course. This was further evidenced by the eventually capping-off, lips finally pulled far enough to unhinge the boi's jaw if that were even possible. It built up, more, more. Thicker. Squishier. Just...more. At some point it all but erased his nose from view, the anthro-faggot's sudden lack of snout perhaps a little disconcerting to see.

It obviously wouldn't last long, though. Now he had the fattest god damn donut adorning what was left of his face, dominating the soon to be empty space.

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RS Sata's eyes rolled back near to whites as the latex plunged into his mouth, filling it up with void-lingering deliciousness, making him chug and gulp and adore every fucking second of that invasion to turn his mouth into a proper sleeve for far-oversized dick. Gripping onto his lips. Pulling his jaw down, further and further, until there really wasn't any sense of discomfort to begin with - just a good, heavy, open O-shape steadily inflating, swelling out, turning the boi's glossy kissers into a much more evened-out ring of pure goddamn obscenity erupting from the lower half of his face, practically eclipsing it. A good few inches thick, oh-so-grippable, mirror-shined like the rest of him... it'd be absolutely orgasm-worthy if he was capable of it anymore. Just about half his vision was dedicated to that oversized blow-donut, and... fuck, that was the best sight though~.

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Aislinne slid around back now, the eager little blob remembering to save the very best part for last. Sata's eyes were untouched for the moment, the unstoppable wave of life-destroying voidgoop slithering and smoothing over hair and any little simple clue of identity. ...Except for that single horn. That was allowed to stay the same, the latex still wrapping it as tight as the rest of him and slightly thickened for a better eventual grip.

Now there was just his eyes, a little island of Sata in an expanse of Not. He wasn't quite completely deleted forever, though. There was one last step for complete and utter destruction of self. The rubber sealed, locked, and embedded into his body pulsed and shuddered with eldritch power, infusing the faggot-statue's body with perverse intent. He began to grow, thicken, body squeaking and creaking as the rubber did its very best to keep him locked down as his curves became outlandish. Stupendously thick thighs, an ass far beyond belief and still perma-plugged, hips to die twice for, but torso still flat as a god damn board.

It, naturally, pulsed inhuman pleasure through his body the entire time, a mind-mulching level of delight beamed directly to his well-rubbercoated brain. He just had those pretty, dainty fuckin' hands to pull into place, the final step of submission to permanent suck-statuehood.

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RS Sata's eyes twitched a bit, vision swimming while the suckdoll got worked into a proper definition of the term. It wasn't exactly a slow process, either, thighs and ass ballooning out with all the subtlety of a wall crashing down. Loud, heavy squealing of latex, heavy pulse-pounding thumping while the Absol sizequeen's own heartbeat drove the intense growth. Hips flaring out to some four-foot wide, easily enough to completely deny the object in any real doorway, much less certain hallways, tremendous ass and so-far-beyond-feminine thighs sealing the deal if he were to ever get up and walk again. Just making his already-thin waist even more distressingly waspish in comparison, the absolute magnitude of "Goddamn Thicc" more than enough to cement his hips-down look as the base of his space-black statue - but no, that was reserved for some sixteen inches of platform heels moulded into the incredibly dense wafer of rubber to provide.

All capped off with that smooth, gropable chest, pushed out in a permanent arch of his back, more to emphasize his soon-to-be bubblehead look more than anything, and very specifically that monster suck-hole gaping away, silently begging for cocks measured in feet rather than inches. It was more than enough to distract him from his hands raising up... clasping against the back of his head. Putting himself on full fucking display for... well, everyone around.

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Aislinne sealed the deal in every possible interpretation. A few more inches extra in hips and thighs, far beyond simple girly at this point. A double-downing, the lock-seal on the sucktoy's bulge glowing a little brighter to show how he simply couldn't come over the edge despite the insanity-inducing Good pulsing through his shellacked, heavily transformed body. Hands clasped behind a shiny, bald head was all he needed to finish things up, first one eye slowly swallowed up forever. Then, half of the other. A little peek of one eye, basically all white and bloodshot...

And then nothing. Sata was simply no more. Hell, it was impossible to tell if the thing whoresquatting where he was a minute ago was even anthro or not. It just simply was, bubble-headed, identity-obliterated, and silently ready to serve dick forever and ever.

A little shudder at its smooth, glossy back after another minute or so. Rubber twitching, rolling like water. Aislinne himself seemed to just strut out of the suck-statue's back, like a magician pulling a trick. The doll's back went back to smooth, and the freshly reformed boi leaned up heavily against the side of his brand new thing. One hand idly rested itself upon its smooth, shiny head, fingers splaying and then clamping down tight. A heavy, heady sqqrrrkkk sounded out, the possessiveness of the grip all too notable. And then a symbol burned itself upon the oral station's 'face', just above the all-encompassing fuckdonut. A glowing heart, just as blue as the lock upon its bulge, wreathed in tentacles.

"Give you a bit to settle in there, then we'll get down to business huh? Make sure you'll never ever ever leave me again, then I'll break you in and make you mine mine mine. ♥"