Fisherman Faggot

Fishfag locked into 4 layers of rainwear for a mandatory heavy drool and sweat session. Completely dressed in fishermanrainwear, head to toe. The thickness off so many layers make movement difficult, so all the fisherman freak can do is sit there and suffer, accepting its donk brainwashing and contemplating what a future life spent like this will be like.

Boy had started his new job in a construction company. He had been surprised when the boss gave him his work gear that was made of thick rubber. It was supposed to rain that day and boy should be properly dressed for the changing environment.

When he finally managed to put the full suit on, he could feel how the rubber started to take control of his body. His mind let go of rationalizing the situation and he felt how his memories started to vaporize. Thick rubber surface covered his entire skin and he knew that he wouldn’t be seeing his old self ever again.

Boss was grinning happily as he noticed the drastic change of his new recruit. “You’re my property now and your only purpose is to obey and serve. You’ll turn into a happy little rubber gimp in no time as the suit will make the final adjustments on your body and mind.”