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A heavy helmet, styled like a soldier’s combat headgear, locked into place on his head. Bing’s reflection in the nearby mirror was unrecognizable—a professional, rubberized polar bear soldier ready to step into battle.
His thoughts were a whirlpool of panic, arousal, and helplessness. He struggled against the goo’s control, but his arms were bound tightly behind his back, leaving him unable to fight back. Every attempt to claw at the bulge or free himself was met with resistance from the goo, which seemed to mock his efforts.
Despite the lock on his desires, the warmth of need simmered within him, a cruel tease he couldn’t escape. Bing's mind screamed for release, but the goo had its own plans. It moved his body with precision, making him march forward, each step a squeaky reminder of his new form. His struggles became pointless as the goo tightened its control, forcing him to wave, to pose, to perform...
Bing realized, too late, that his invention had a mind of its own. It had turned him into a character, not just in appearance, but in purpose—a tool for some unseen game.
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Here is the second Patreon Reward in 11/2024!
Thanks for all your support! Please visit my Patreon for new artworks.
📔 🖌️ 🖊️
A heavy helmet, styled like a soldier’s combat headgear, locked into place on his head. Bing’s reflection in the nearby mirror was unrecognizable—a professional, rubberized polar bear soldier ready to step into battle.
His thoughts were a whirlpool of panic, arousal, and helplessness. He struggled against the goo’s control, but his arms were bound tightly behind his back, leaving him unable to fight back. Every attempt to claw at the bulge or free himself was met with resistance from the goo, which seemed to mock his efforts.
Despite the lock on his desires, the warmth of need simmered within him, a cruel tease he couldn’t escape. Bing's mind screamed for release, but the goo had its own plans. It moved his body with precision, making him march forward, each step a squeaky reminder of his new form. His struggles became pointless as the goo tightened its control, forcing him to wave, to pose, to perform...
Bing realized, too late, that his invention had a mind of its own. It had turned him into a character, not just in appearance, but in purpose—a tool for some unseen game.
❤️Support My Patreon❤️
📅Check My Commission Queue📅
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