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Digital sketch of three human men - two crash test scientiest and a security guard - sitting on the ground after having sex. They wear crash test dummy themed gimp suits, with the masks taken off. They're smoking/smoked a cigar, and the locks on their nulled crotches have been unlocked. All 3 of them are chilled out and relaxed, and maybe high lol

Here's a comm for rayjayr18 from bluesky. Here's some more shiny gimp suits :3
#nsfw #digitalart

Today's one... or maybe a two-and-half-hour draw... (I went overtime... )
From Request Box: "toysuits! :3"
It's @hexblue.bsky.social 's avatar, toysuits! =3

Papa Pups love toys, and you picked out some great ones to help stimulate the old doggo! But P. Pups need rules and boundaries, too, so we can't let a doggy have release just yet~ 😈

sometimes it's nice to feel your gym bros rubber body

Nothing is better than gymming in rubber

Gyms need testing before opening so what better way than to hire as tester for the equipment. I'm always up to the task.

Digital pornographic art set in the cockpit of a futuristic sci-fi spaceship. The captain is being surrounded by his three crewmates; all of them are wearing latex suits with see-through sections exposing their chest, stomach, and parts of their arms; except this time it has been modified such that there's a fully cut out section exposing the armpit. The captain noticeably has a large, almost pregnant-looking belly, and the grub drags behind him, now about equal size to him. Two of his crewmates are hungrily sniffing at his hairy musky armpits, while the last crewmate is grabbing onto the grub's face and fucking it.

"OK Fine, I'll admit it, I was the one who added the pit window to the suit matrix. You're welcome, whores, I'm doing y'all a favor! Now we can always smell our Capn, suited or not."

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[CW: TF, goo, rubber, robot]

Very long sequence I did for fun, really like how it came out! Definitely one of my weirder sequences too aha.
Ever wonder how they got those soft robotics to be so soft? Wonder no more!

#transformation #transfur #tf #tfart #furryart #goop #rubber #latex #robot

Today's One-Hour Drawing.
I was going to practice glossy textures and just do a simple bust-up shot... or at least, that was the plan.

Today in "Tyger couldn't find a telegram room for a specific fetish so they just made one", I bring you a Silicon Gear channel!
t.me/+P6gLoYPi-IF...

ALSO before Macro March ended I thought I'd post the original Giant Toys pic from last year, since it's not on Bsky yet.

This is the pic that started the whole series!

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A painted pornographic scene set in a futuristic shared bedroom/bunk area within a spaceship. Three muscular male space explorers are in the background, each wearing a skintight latex suit with large portions that are see-through, revealing their chest and some of their arms and thighs. One of the three is shoving a cute-looking grub-like alien that's about the size of a baby into the ass of a fourth space explorer, in focus in the foreground. The fourth explorer is also muscular, but is tied up and naked on the bed. His big, thick cock is drooling precum as he struggles, and in a dialogue bubble he says "Oi, bastard, cut it out! This ain't funny!". To which, the third explorer is replying, "it's what you get for putting alien eggs in my breakfast shake yesterday."

In a distant, utopian future, the only people brave(read: stupid) enough to risk their lives exploring space are hypersexual juiced up jocks.

They... uh... tend to be a little reckless with the alien life... 🥴

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Digital pornographic art of a big muscular dude, wearing some sort of slutty, revealing, futuristic outfit consisting of black latex with transparent latex panels showing off his chest, abs, and shoulders, along with a bunch of bondage-type belts, and an electronic-looking dog collar on his neck, which controls the suit..? idk, i was cooking but idk what i was cooking. Anyway. His beercan dick is just hanging out, but there's a small milking machine fitted onto the dick head, sucking up cum with a tube connected to the collar on his neck, acting as power source for the suit. On each of his nipples are also milking tubes attached to the same collar.

🥴💦

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Commission for @hornkneead.bsky.social from a couple weeks ago !

He just keeps pushing on...

Daniel had never imagined landing such a high-paying job, especially at a prestigious toy manufacturing company. The job posting had been vague—"high salary," "unimaginable benefits," and "innovative production process"—but it was enough to hook him. He had nothing to lose, after all. His excitement had been undeniable, and when they called him in for an "audition," his thoughts raced with visions of factory floors filled with colorful, creative toys. When he entered the changing area, the instructions were simple—put on the provided underwear, wait for further guidance. But the moment Daniel stepped onto the platform, everything went awry. The floor beneath him shifted suddenly, the smooth surface rising as if alive. "Must be some sort of test," he thought, but confusion soon turned to panic. The room darkened, and without warning, mechanical arms reached from unseen recesses, tearing away his clothes with clinical precision. Daniel barely had time to react before his feet were swallowed by the platform, as if sinking into quicksand. He thrashed, trying to pull himself free, but the grip was relentless. Black, shiny rubber stretched up from the floor, binding his legs tightly. “Wait! This isn’t right!” he shouted, but his voice echoed futilely in the empty room. The rubber’s advance was unstoppable, and the more he struggled, the more it tightened around him. Before Daniel could comprehend the nightmare unfolding around him, long tendrils of rubber burst from the platform, shooting toward his hands. They wrapped tightly around his wrists and dragged his arms down, pulling them toward the growing rubber encasement at his feet. He grunted and pulled, but the bonds were far stronger than his fading strength.

A slick, rubber tendril shot toward his crotch, slithering inside him like an invasive parasite. He gasped as it wormed its way into his urethra, a wave of sharp. His penis and balls were squeezed and reshaped, molded into a smooth, featureless bulge. His manhood was being nullified. As the rubber layers crept up his body, he shuddered, gasping as another tentacle forced its way inside him from behind, filling his ass with a phallic, throbbing plug that sent electric pulses straight to his prostate. By the time the rubber reached his chest, his hands had already been transformed, compressed into toy-like paws—large, inflexible, with fingers trapped beneath layers of smooth latex. He looked down at his own body, horrified. His legs had been reshaped into stumpy appendages, the tiger-like stripes across the rubberized skin only adding to the absurdity. His struggles only produced faint squeaks, each movement emphasizing how trapped he was. The encroaching rubber advanced up his neck, squeezing tighter and tighter, until the latex finally wrapped around his face. The mask forming over him was a grotesque parody of a tiger’s head. It had exaggerated features, wide cartoonish eyes, and a gaping mouth—but the mouth wasn’t his. Inside it was a phallic plug, forcing its way down his throat, muting his cries. Breathing tubes connected to his lungs, completing the inescapable suit. When he awoke, the room was silent. His senses felt dulled, disconnected. But something was different. His mind buzzed, not with his own thoughts, but with foreign impulses. He was no longer in control of his body. Instead, his brain was linked to a computer system, fully integrated with the small tiger plush suit that had become his prison. The program replayed the horrifying transformation like a nightmare on repeat, showing him the exact moment he had been turned into a mere product—a rubberized sex toy, no bigger than a stuffed animal.

Daniel's mind screamed for release, but the suit was his permanent shell now. He felt his new paws, running them over his rubberized body. There was no escape. There were no seams, no openings, no way to remove what he had become. His body was a toy—a fully packaged, sealed product ready for the customers. And just as he was coming to terms with his horrifying new reality, the mechanical arms returned. Two metal molds slammed around his body, squeezing him tight, flattening his struggles into submission. The program initiated, running quality checks, calibrating his responses, and erasing what was left of Daniel’s mind. Each moan that escaped was drowned out by the whirr of machinery, his cries fading as he was vacuum-sealed into a small, shiny tiger plush. Finally, Daniel —or what was once Daniel —was encased in clear, plastic packaging. He stared blankly, unable to move or scream, as his body was neatly wrapped, labeled, and prepared for shipment. He was just another product on the line, forever trapped in his new form, awaiting the moment he would be unboxed and used. His mind was the only part of him that still held onto his past, the only part that knew he had once been human. But as the machines buzzed around him and the endless sea of toys stretched out before him, Daniel realized with sickening dread that this was his reality now. There was no escape. This was his life now. Forever. A toy forever. Ready for someone else's pleasure, never his own.

For @hexblue.bsky.social, based on his awesome works.

Computer: "Congratulations, customer Ray! You are eligible for our latest upgrade!" Raymond: "Upgrade? What upgrade? My clothes!"

Computer: "Scanning.. measurements confirmed" Raymond: "Measure ments for what!?" Computer: "Preparing anal control module" Raymond: "What the hell is anal control!?" Computer: "User input during this time is unnecessary.. activate smart gag"

Computer: "Plug installed.. testing vibro-pleasure function.. sexual response satisfactory.. applying smart-cup"

Computer: "Inner nanosuit application in process.. inserting inner bellybutton cpu plug.. customer-suit hybridization initiated.."

Part 1/3 of a very fun sequence commission drawn by @alvgatorra.bsky.social. It's a prequel to the previous commission from him showing just how Raymond got into the cybersuit. #OC #Raymond

A rough long comic involving 3 of my unnamed human ocs. Two of them have been droned into crash test dummies - in a previous comm by the same person who comm'd this comic. This comic plot's about these two drones breaking out of storage to spread their goopy drone-ness to another. This being a security guard. After being drones, he's now 3 times more buff and almost uncontrollably horny, even more than the other drones. While most of the guard's clothes has dissolved from the droning process, some of the cltohes has survived, making him look similar to a crash dummy leather-daddy. Now the previous drones are suffering the consequences, perhaps that's what they wanted.

Here's the last comm on my list, for rayjayr18 from bluesky. Was fun to draw some of my older oc's, 'specially bringing a new one into the mix. Will doodle a ref of the security guard.
#nsfw #commission #digitalart

Today's One-Hour Drawing (+15 min): A Ojisan who was modified into a muscular robot to work at a construction site.
(Even after the job is finished, he can't turn back because they claim to have "lost" his biometric data?)

Anyone know if any of the silicon gear makers like @furrjoi.com or @bsky.smitizen.com offer custom sizing on suits. I would love a silicon suit, but the off the rack sizes are going to be to small for me, and I don't want to spend $500 on a suit that will tear the first time I try to put it on.

Gay community: We Love bears, chubby guys, and big bellies

Gay clothing companies: our largest size is an L

Duke: "It's about time this warlord gets what's coming to him..." *thinking* "...Hopefully I can focus enough to even land a shot. Why the fuck did they calls this a chastity suit if its sitting there squeesing my cock?? This won't help the issue at all, dammit!"

Duke: "Damn.. they're rolling these suits out to the rest of you guys, eh..? Looks pretty good..."

In these sketch comms by @dukesnukes.bsky.social, the military outfitted Duke Nukem with a special suit to mitigate the effects of some alien pills he had taken. Despite his complaints, it was decided to outfit the rest of their soldiers with similar suits as well.

写真資料 海太郎さん(X: @LargeDogCollar)
ポーズ模写練習のつもりだったのですが、
勢い余ってウェアと一体化しつつMGして頂きました！（事後承諾！）

ありがとうございました！

Commission for @rayjayr18.bsky.social
Raymond got recruited to be the latest member of the heavy duty guard for the hero prison

Slinky borks

Play with my rubber hole like @mattpa.bsky.social did 🕳️⛓️

Carbonate your tea and coffee :3

Putting this out there, I am still technically a Catholic Man, I am willing to be Pope by Acclimation. I'd make a great pipe. We'd do Vatican 3, priest can marry, women can be priest, trans people will be made mega priest

Happy International Spandex Day from your friendly neighborhood shark toy!

(🐦↗️) Aww did the rubber toy forget to discuss conditions again before the gag and hood were placed over? Silly eager toys never learn. Keep trying to pull the gagged muzzle out knowing full well there are too many locks. 😈: @rbrlver.bsky.social
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