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“I’m surprised she got this working somehow. Is this really safe to use? Especially with the fact that it came in uhh… very sealed box…”
A month after a crazy accident that had him trapped in the belly of a giant aquatic beast, a gray cat named Kitt gets a special badge returned to him once he returns to the hotel where he was staying temporarily. The badge in question was a Cyrpus, a dragon-shaped pin made by Drac Tech used by Drive Armor pilots as a concealable and quick way to suit up for piloting. And in the accident that had transpired, Kitt’s was snatched by a Lumix, a species of black-cyan hued goo creature native to Athltea, and had his Cyrpus corrupted. The Lumix’s corruption caused Kitt’s suit to transform into a monstrous dolphin-shaped creature that brought the cat to the beast that swallowed them.
But after he was saved, the Cyrpus returned to a dormant state, but the dragon design also showed a hint of corruption. Since this was a never-before-seen anomaly, Kitt quickly offered it to a more qualified professional for study. It was fortunate that Kitt could easily get a replacement, but the cat still felt embarrassed to lose something entrusted to him. The thought of applying for a new Cyrpus, or any Drac Tech equipment for that matter, reinforced the feeling of embarrassment further, so Kitt hadn’t actually asked for a new badge.
“Click, click… Woah. The tongue and eyes of the badge are glowing, and it feels weirdly heavy for something so small. There are also instructions here. Ah, of course, don’t forget to lock the doors and draw the blinds.”
Sitting on his hotel bed with a bounce, Kitt carefully opens the case returned to him, where his corrupted Cyrpus was stored in a hopefully safe and functioning condition. Before, when the Cyrpus was still in its fresh new state, it was pretty light despite being able to melt into a suit made of nanotech latex. It was also smooth to the touch, had a metallic hardness, and was cool to the touch. But now, in its new state, Kitt felt like he was handling tungsten in his paws. It was also smooth and shiny like a rubber-stamped keychain.
“‘Warning, not tested with pilots yet. Might be volatile. Please press this button to send me a signal if things go wrong. Happy testing!’ I mean, I could have probably done it at her place, but… it’s more thrilling if something does go wrong, right?”
Along with the corrupted Cyrpus and the instructions note was a small button to signal help if Kitt had problems with the badge, which the cat also placed beside them. This wouldn’t be the first time Kitt used a Cyrpus or willingly put himself in possible lewd danger. However, this would be the first time he’d be stupid enough to do something without supervision. The emergency button was there to call for help, but who knows how long it’ll take for his savior to arrive? Or if they will arrive at all?
“Alright. Phone angled and recording… Let’s get this party started~”
Placing the secure box on the table and his phone in a position to record his testing, Kitt stripped off his pants, sweater, and shirt, all pooling beneath his legs, before he playfully leapt onto the center of the bed with the Cyrpus in hand. Activating the thing was as simple as placing it near his chest and letting the badge hear his heartbeat, so he scrutinized the object a bit more, dragging a claw through the ridges of the new teeth added by the corruption, along with the strange squishiness of the luminous tongue and eye. Once Kitt was satisfied, he finally sat up and lay against the bed’s headrest and placed the badge on his chest.
“Huh? It isn’t– O-Oh, there we go! I-It’s happening!”
When Kitt first used the Cyrpus, the transformation of the badge was instant, but it seemed that its new corrupted form gave it a bit of a delay. Nevertheless, the badge began to do what it was made to do, melting into black latex as it molded around the cat. Kitt’s features were quickly defined as the latex suit wrapped around his body like his collarbone, nipples, and armpits with a black reflective sheen.
“The suit has creeping cyan veins now. A-And I have muscles? The suit has been improved by the corruption!”
With the corruption also came changes to the actual suit, primarily with its new cyan coloration and improvement to the user’s body. Kitt’s body underneath hadn’t changed, but the outside showed a refined build that contrasted with the cat’s original lithe figure. Once the goo reached the ends of Kitt’s body, he also noticed that he grew sharp cyan claws compared to the original gloveless tips of a normal Cyrpus. The last to be covered was the cat’s tail, the fluffy bundle of gray and white fur being encased in latex, which strangely turned it into a dolphin’s tail.
“Woah. They’re really sharp, too! My tail feels a bit heavy with the latex wrapping around it, though… Wait, hold on! It’s supposed to stop at the neck! C-Calm down, Kitt, maybe this is just another– Ah! The whole suit is spilling goo!”
Kitt’s expectation for the night was half-and-half. On one hand, he wouldn’t mind just wearing his Cyrpus suit again as he loved the feeling of the latex clinging to his body and how it made certain parts like his nipples and feet more sensitive. And the other, he wondered if he could experience the same thrilling danger he had gone through, but in a scenario or environment where his life wouldn’t be in danger. Fortunately, or unfortunately, it seems Kitt would be experiencing the latter as he finds the collar where the nano latex stopped creeping up further up his head.
The cat also noticed that the normally cold goo of the suit was warm, which made it more uncomfortable once the latex crept further and further to wrap around their head. Kitt immediately began clawing at the goo to prevent it from covering his head completely, but he found his arms forced to his sides and melted together. His legs were also forced together while his tail was forced to tuck between his thighs as his lower half began to transform into a similar dolphin shape that his latex-covered tail took on earlier. And most importantly of all, the cat’s spined cock had been sheathed into cyan cetacean length which was already bobbing and twitching from Kitt’s rising arousal.
“Ah! It’s turning into that thing that caught me! No, don’t tell me I’ll get turned into a– mmphh!!!”
Now that Kitt couldn’t resist the goo creeping up to wrap his head, the corrupted suit swiftly covered the cat’s face. Kitt was quickly met with darkness before the sickly-sweet smell of grape, the Lumix’s signature smell and taste, met his tongue when a thick gooey length breached between his lips. At the same time, cetacean-shaped cock also stuffed the cat’s rectum, making their toes crunch and back arch off the bed as they began squirming to resist the suit’s attempt to stuff each of their holes.
Unfortunately for Kitt, the button to press to save him was now impossible to use thanks to the suit’s full control of his body. Its control was so absolute that when Kitt tried to roll off the bed to make noise, it sprouted multiple tentacles from its back, anchoring itself to the bed and forcing the cat to stay in the middle. The tentacles that grew weren’t just to keep Kitt still, but also to start the process of squeezing the cat of their delicious essence.
“Mmmhh… (F-Fuck… Why does it feel good… The suit’s interior is getting warm and moist… Crap… The juices are seeping into my mouth…)”
To start the harvest, the suit had to prepare the host first via the secretion of its aphrodisiac juices. Since Kitt’s mouth was already stuffed with Lumix cock, the suit easily drugged the cat into compliance. Just a few involuntary gags and swallows had Kitt hardening in the sheathe covering his cock. No fluids seeped out just yet, but that was about to change when another tentacle shoved itself deep into the cat’s backside. It wasn’t a simple in-and-out fuck either. The tip of the appendage swelled into a ball and ground against Kitt’s rectum until it found his prostate by feeling for which part of his walls gave the most reaction when pressed upon.
Then, once the location of the prostate was identified, the bulbous tip vibrated vigorously, sending Kitt into another desperate spasm to resist pleasure before the entire corrupted suit constricted around him. The assault of the bulbous tentacle upon his prostate was only the first, as it would be quickly paired with a tentacle with a flowery head that blossomed with fleshy cyan petals. Taking a closer look at the petals, its surface was covered in thousands of wiggling cilia, all eagerly writhing to attach to flesh and suck.
“Mmpph?! (No, no, no! That thing better not–) Hmmmhhh~!!! ❤️”
In a light blue blur, the flowery tentacle latched onto Kitt’s sheathed cock, eliciting another muffled whimper from the cat as it was also connected to their senses. The flowery tentacle didn’t just latch on to suck with its many stimulating bristles but also merge with the sheath, the thousands of cilia elongating to connect directly to the nerves of Kitt’s length. Beneath the sheath, Kitt could faintly see the veins of his cock turn cyan, but he’d inadvertently slam his head down to the pillows when a sudden surge of pleasure from the connected cock and tentacle ravaged his body.
“Mmmhhhh!!!!!!! (Ngaaahaaa~!!! N-N-Never in a million years… d-did I expect this thing knew how to… m-make me cum immediately! ❤️)
An instant orgasm had occurred thanks to the flowery tentacle’s cilia burying straight into Kitt’s prostate before infecting it with chemicals and stimulants. The already building pressure in the cat’s gut from the cock in their ass was overshadowed with the cilia’s invasion. Not only that, but the cilia penetrating Kitt’s prostate felt like malevolent puppet strings that easily made the cat cum with one “tug”. A torrent of seed followed immediately after in one lengthy orgasm, Kitt's balls being drained in just a few spurts.
The flowery tentacle quickly siphoned the load with several greedy and messy contractions, essence spilling from its sides, which was then cleaned up by smaller tendrils. Oversensitivity quickly set in despite Kitt's orgasm dying down, reducing him to a shuddering mess desperately wriggling in his monstrous bonds. To make things even worse for the poor cat, the suit seem to begin evolving after devouring Kitt's cum. More goo flooded the bed until the sheets were dyed black and dripping on the carpet.
“Mmmmm… (I see something new forming… What is that thing?! Why does it kinda looks like the Cyrpus! Ah! No! Not the tongue!)”
Blinking to clear his vision after almost passing out, Kitt sees a mass of goo in his peripheral vision, leading to something in front of him. It was the head of a dolphin-like monster with similar razor-sharp teeth, and a lengthy tongue like the Cyrpus’ new design. It seems that the design has now been realized into this vicious looking creature, which immediately gave Kitt a deep kiss. Kitt is unable to resist the tonguing thanks to the dilator in his throat, but the kiss of the monstrous head felt strangely gentle compared to what the cat had expected.
As Kitt endures the kissing, buzzing of his prostate, and sucking of his sheathed cock, the Cyrpus suit continues to develop. More cyan veins cover the glossy skin while the interior becomes increasingly more stimulating. Large, soft bristles began to grow from every inch of the interior, slipping between Kitt’s digits and toes as they began licking and contracting against the cat’s body. Paws, nipples, armpits, no erogenous zone was spared from what could only be summed up as being chewed by a toothless monster.
And Kitt is powerless to stop it as his mind teeters over the edge from the relentless stimulation, the buzzing, sucking, and tonguing never ending. At least that’s what Kitt thought when the monster head that was making out of him finally pulled out, leaving both sides dripping with sweet, bluish saliva. Kitt was still in a daze from it all, unable to focus or even speak a muffled protest before the monster head supported by a gooey column turned around and slammed itself against the cat.
“Hmmm… (Ough… I’m too weak… Can’t… close… my… mouth…)”
It quickly melted to Kitt’s face and invaded every orifice. The mouth was an obvious target, but the ears and nose were also penetrated. From the facial gooey invasion, Kitt lost his sight for a split second, only for it to return with a cyan-tinted hue.
“Ah! What the– Hey! I can speak again! But my voice! It sounds so–so alien-like! What happened to me?!”
When Kitt wanted to exclaim mentally, he didn’t expect his mouth to actually open and talk. And when the cat held their face out of disbelief, they found their hands freed. It didn’t take long for Kitt to figure out what had happened; he had been transformed into a Lumix monster. Sort of. What had truly happened was Kitt’s body was still intact underneath, simply covered over by the corrupted Cyrpus, which had layered a new powerful but scarily designed living suit over him.
“Huff… huff… I can breathe normally, but I can’t feel my fur. Am I still normal inside?”
Inspecting his body more thoroughly, Kitt carefully stuck a sharp claw into his mouth to peel away the gooey teeth and flesh that had covered his own, relieved to find they were still there. He would try to do the same with his chest, but the goo wouldn’t yield for him to check. At least realizing his mouth was still fine was enough for Kitt to calm down and check other parts of his body, specifically the glowing cyan length in front of him, just waiting to be held. The flowery tentacle had already left, seemingly satisfied with the offering of essence to complete the suit’s evolution, allowing Kitt to take a look at his new cetacean manhood.
“Something is still lodged in my ass, but it wouldn’t hurt to give this a little… Ngh~! Fuck! It f-feels so good!”
Kitt would hesitate at first as he inched his claws to the new cock he had, mustering up the courage to suddenly grab it with both hands to see what kind of texture and sensations it would give up. To no one except Kitt’s surprise, the sensitivity was still through the roof, making him moan with a lewd echo with his new voice from the pleasure. But despite the pleasure almost reaching that mind-shattering level, Kitt didn’t let go. Instead, he continued holding on to the cetacean length before starting a gentle stroke.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, it’s really good… Hnghh… Hah… I can’t hold back… This feels… so… fucking… Ngh~!!! Amazing~! ❤️”
It didn’t take long for the slutty cat to be entranced by the pleasure offered by their new upgraded cock. Every touch, every caress, every stroke was electrifying. The suit remains firmly connected to Kitt’s senses and still retained the control it had over all his erogenous zones, so it was only a matter of time before whatever sentience it had read Kitt’s desires and helped the cat achieve them. The first help Kitt got was the restarting of the bulbous tentacle pressing against his rectum. He could only bite his lip to brace against it before the second “help” came via the cilia that invaded his prostate, which brought him to the edge of orgasm. And with just one extra stroke, Kitt came for a third time, then a fourth, then a fifth.
The third and final help would come from the tendrils that had invaded Kitt’s nose and ears. Strong aphrodisiac in the form of sweet, grape-smelling gas was forced down Kitt’s lungs, the cat letting out a puff of cyan mist from how sudden it was. And second, the tendrils reinforced Kitt’s mental fortitude to not pass out from his soon-to-be back-to-back orgasms. With the last preparations complete, Kitt returned to his hypnotic trance, glazed-over eyes focusing on one thing and one thing only~
And so the final encore began; the echoing moans and whimpers, the squelching of gooey hands and cock grinding against each other, and that insidious-sounding hiss of forced administration of aphrodisiac gas. The room’s backdrop was a lewd symphony orchestrated by whatever Lumix had corrupted Kitt’s Cyrpus, turning the once simple latex piloting suit into a gooey, monstrous living suit designed to milk the most out of its user. If it was any other pilot, they would have probably pissed themselves from the fear of being consumed by the suit.
But Kitt wasn’t a normal pilot. He was a slut for the ages. If he was turned into a cum battery by the suit, he probably wouldn’t even care. It was always in his perverse desire to be used thoroughly, either by friend, foe, or creature, as long as his mind didn’t turn to mush in the end. And thanks to the corrupted suit’s extra features, that worry would be no more. All he had to do was focus on milking himself until something stopped him. So until exhaustion or timely intervention arrived, he was going until he was covered in his own spent.
The last thing Kitt’s dignity remembered before he completely sank into depravity was whether the emergency button still worked. In all honesty, it probably got ruined by the corrupted goo already, but who needs that now when you have a wonderful monster pilot suit~?
