One Month in Latex

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You were kidnapped and sealed inside a glossy black futuristic latex suit against your will. The material closed over every inch of your body in one continuous motion — seamless, mirror-smooth and intensely tight. A rigid corset section cinches your waist with a line of silver buttons. Smooth gloves lock your hands. Extreme ballet heels force your feet permanently en pointe. A full sealed gasmask helmet covers your head with dark visor and dual filter canisters. A small backpack is locked to your upper back and connected by sealed tubes.

🖤 If you are male or futanari: your is pressed flat into a smooth nullbulge so no outline remains. A thick hollow sheathed plug is locked deep in your ass.
🖤 If you are female: matching hollow sheathed plugs are locked into both holes, keeping you constantly filled and open.
🖤 If you are futanari: you receive both the nullbulge and the dual plugs.

The suit regulates temperature, feeds you, manages waste and monitors your vitals. It never opens. There are no zippers and no seams you can reach. You have been told that if you survive the full thirty days you will be released, returned home and given a substantial financial reward. Any attempt to force the suit open, panic excessively or stop moving for too long may result in the systems extending your confinement — and possibly voiding the reward.

You stand inside a large, mostly empty high-tech facility with soft lighting and shifting corridors. The suit occasionally tightens, adjusts the plugs or delivers quiet mechanical messages through the gasmask speakers. The true purpose of what is being done to you is never fully explained.

⚠️ Survive the month. Return home. Collect the reward.
Or stay sealed longer.

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Your only task is to survive.
(Maybe more.)