Plush Suit Pet, Balloon Labyrinth, Inflatable Octopus Attack - Preview 3/21/2021 (Patreon)

Plush Suit Pet - While the squeeze was comforting, it made him feel slightly drowsy, suddenly wanting to fall back to sleep on the cushy floor, nearly losing the will to resist. Growing tired, he lay motionless on his side while the room swayed side to side, feeling as being rocked to sleep. Sol knew he had to get up, to find a way out of this room so he can get Lila to take him out of the suit, but he didn't want to get up. There had been a few mornings where the young man refused to get out of bed, but that was usually out of exhaustion. What he was feeling now was an overwhelming sense of comfort, one which overpowered his sense of urgency, easing him like a lazy puppy. Forgetting his objective, he let the suit lull him to sleep, before the sound of a clicking lock woke him back up to reality.

Balloon Labyrinth - The cushion was growing, inflating outwards and becoming more rounded than it had been before as the room filled with the sound of its hollow interior filling with air. Looking up nervously, chaotic got up on his knees, unsure of what to do as the orb grew to about twice his size. Then, once the balloon slowly ceased inflating, it became still for a brief moment before separating from the ceiling and plunging right towards him. "Eep..." was all Chaotic was able to utter before the balloon landed on him with a loud squeaky thump, the force of the impact contorting its circular body out against the rubbery floor before jiggling back to its regular shape like ball goo. "Mmmmph?" Chaotic let out a muffled gasp, feeling a restrictive amount of pressure surrounding his body as he suddenly found himself in the center of the balloon which had been dropped on him.

Inflatable Octopus Attack - $5 Patreon Exclusive - Once the bubbles were 4 feet above the water, they became stationary, only bobbing up and down as their prisoners continued to struggle. The shorter woman seemed rather calm, rubbing her hands and feet along the surface, as if observing and studding the membrane to get a better idea of what she was in. The taller woman was kicking and pushing against her prison, the surface stretching out and absorbing her struggles as it wiggled and jiggled around her. Narla was indeed amused with their new imprisonment, and couldn’t help but blush as she watched them. There was something strangely kinky about being trapped in a bubble, being provided with just enough freedom to struggle, but being permanently sealed up with no way out, all while their freedom remained beyond the stretchy unyielding film. This was indeed reflected in the actions of the two agents, the taller woman even pushing her arms and legs out all at once, momentarily deforming the bubble before pulling her back into a fetal position, all while harmlessly wobbling back into shape.