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On Andy's third day at the amusement park, his anticipation reached new heights as he prepared to embody the tiger mascot he had longed for since childhood. The preceding days involved rigorous physical and performance training, instilling in him the necessary skills and knowledge for the job. Today, however, marked a significant moment as he was about to don the iconic tiger costume, reminiscent of the majestic tigers he admired in Zootopia.

Eager to bring his childhood dream to life, Andy approached the mascot manager after completing his warm-up exercises. To his disappointment, the manager explained that the tiger mascot, a symbol of Andy's aspirations, had seen better days and was no longer in pristine condition. Undeterred, Andy's enthusiasm caught the attention of the director of the mascot performance department, who approached with genuine interest.

Shaking hands with Andy, the director shared in his excitement and, upon learning of the mascot's condition, engaged in a private conversation with the manager. Moments later, they presented Andy with the well-worn tiger mascot, its appearance lacking the luster of its heyday but still presentable. Despite the signs of age, the tiger head, red nose, and unmistakable zipper were intact, creating a sense of nostalgia.

Despite the challenges of the worn-out costume, Andy's dream was about to be realized. Fully enclosed in the tiger mascot, Andy gazed into a nearby mirror, seeing himself transformed into the very character he admired on the big screen. As he practiced basic movements, the director beckoned him for a conversation.

In a surprising turn, the director handed Andy a pair of rubber shorts adorned with glitter – the distinctive attire worn by the Tigers during performances. Excited at the prospect, Andy sought permission to try them on, and the director, impressed by the rookie's enthusiasm, acquiesced. However, with the granting of this privilege came a set of discreet instructions:

1. Never remove the shorts until the end of the session.

2. Return them to the manager or the director at the office by day's end.

3. Keep details about mascot work and accessories confidential, even from colleagues and managers.

4. Adhere strictly to regular working hours; no overtime is allowed.

With these directives in mind, Andy embraced the responsibility, donning the glittering shorts and stepping into his role as the tiger mascot. The director's well-wishes accompanied the essential accessory, marking the beginning of what promised to be a joyous day of work for Andy.

As Andy twirled in front of the mirror, admiring the glittering rubber shorts that adorned the tiger mascot, an unexpected twist unfolded. Without warning, a peculiar rubber liquid began oozing from the shorts, rapidly enveloping his body. The orange and white substance, interwoven with black stripes, mimicked the texture of a tiger's rubbery skin as it cascaded down Andy's thighs, adhering tightly to the mascot.

In a heartbeat, the liquid reached the suit's zipper, the only gateway for Andy to free himself from the costume. Panic surged through him, and with a sudden jolt of adrenaline, Andy desperately clutched the shorts, attempting to yank them out. Simultaneously, his other hand fumbled frantically for the zipper, his urgency palpable. Yet, his efforts proved futile as the rubbery layer stubbornly clung to every inch of the costume.

A frantic cry for help escaped Andy's lips, but it was swiftly muffled as the rubber encased his head and limbs, extinguishing his attempts to break free. The thrill of anticipation took an unexpected turn, plunging Andy into a surreal and suspenseful moment, leaving him trapped within the confines of the transformed tiger mascot.

When the manager returned to assess the progress of the new mascot, he was met with a staggering sight. Before him stood a colossal rubber tiger, its entire form crafted from exquisite, high-quality rubber. The body boasted vibrant orange and white patches, intricately woven with black stripes that enhanced the creature's allure.

This transformed tiger exuded an undeniable charisma. Its muscular physique and alluring face, save for a large, round hole serving as a mouth, emitted a sweet scent, casting an enchanting spell on those in its presence. The hands, once diminutive, now sported fingers seemingly inflated, each digit resembling soft, round bean paws that were pleasingly warm to the touch. The pants dazzled with rows of captivating white sequins, capturing every onlooker's attention. The seamless integration of the rubber pants with the body left no room for gaps, creating a visually captivating and seamless ensemble. Though a peculiar swollen bulge presented itself, the manager, unable to alter the design, accepted the idiosyncrasy.

The tiger's legs and feet had undergone a delightful transformation, featuring three toes adorned with cute, petite white rubber nails. The manager, overcome with joy and excitement, marveled at the miraculous upgrade. What began as a simple pair of rubber pants had metamorphosed the once shabby mascot into a hot and voluptuous symbol. With just a few deft finger gestures, the rubber mascot tiger stood poised for a grand return to the stage, ready to captivate the audience with its newfound allure.

Against the directive echoing in his mind, Andy's curiosity got the better of him. Ignoring the first rule to never remove the shorts until the session's end, he hesitated, feeling an irresistible urge to explore what lay beneath the transformative rubber exterior. In a momentary lapse of judgment, he fumbled with the glittering shorts, attempting to peel them away.

As the rubber layer clung stubbornly to his skin, Andy's heartbeat quickened, realizing the gravity of his actions. Panic set in as he struggled against the material, his attempts to free himself only tightening its grip. The once joyous day took an ominous turn as Andy, now fully enveloped in the unyielding rubber, found himself trapped within the confines of the tiger mascot permanently.

The manager, unaware of Andy's transgression, reveled in the successful transformation, blissfully ignorant of the unauthorized breach. Little did he know that Andy, breaking the first rule, had inadvertently sealed his fate in the enchanting and mysterious world of the rubber tiger suit. As the stage lights beckoned and the crowd awaited, Andy, forever bound to the alluring costume, stood frozen in a silent scream, the consequences of his actions unfolding in the shadows of the grand stage.