You barely have a second to contemplate whether to resist or not when you feel an intense pressure on your legs, as if they're being pulled backwards and into something tight and down. You give a surprised yelp, mixing in with a sudden cry of pleasure as the bulge between your legs rubs past a new additional tightness around your latex clad form still within the lips. A form that's getting pulled into the lips with increasing speed, much to your dawning horror, the sight of the Bunnequins waving goodbye a clear indication that they expected this.
Their smug painted faces and clear amusement spurs you to act. With a burst of adrenaline you jam your arms against the walls with the lips and try and *PULL* yourself out, wiggling your stuck torso and kicking your legs to help.
Big mistake,
The moment you wiggle your trapped torso you can feel *all* your weight settle onto the tight mass around your waist, driving a spike of pleasure so intense through you that your scream causes your voice to crack and forces the bunnequins to cover their ears. Not only does the feeling of every nerve in your body alight with bliss utterly sap your will to resist, but it also causes you to slump down and hang limp as the mouth slurps your prone form up.
It's only when you feel pressure on your shoulders that your brain seems to restart, your mind realizing where you are just as your neck and head sink once more into the lips, your arms following you into darkness. You have time to give one last girlish scream as you're swallowed fully.
Your exposed face feels a slick, dark, slightly damp(?!) tightness all over your head, conforming to your skin and cutting off vision and air supply. You have a minute of sheer panic as you frantically try and pull away from the thing covering your face before giving up due to lack of progress and a lack of burning in your lungs. You're also partially hindered by some of the thing, whatever it is, having gotten in your mouth and refusing to leave.
On your last attempt to pull away and breathe, you seemed to get a chunk of the 'thing', whatever it is, in your open mouth. Drawing away from it to try and get it out only yielded the thing breaking off somehow, leaving you with a mouth full of faintly rubbery tasting goop that you find yourself involuntary chewing, like the world's worst bubblegum. It's easy to chew once and you feel it breaking down into more goop in your mouth. Despite your best efforts, however, you can't get it out, the thing sticking to your tongue as you used it to try and push the goop out, leaving it hanging in your mouth. The thing is starting to feel numb and to make matters worse, your traitor jaw acts again.
Your second chew is harder, your jaw having to work a bit, your tongue having lost this battle and now completely numb; you're not even sure where it is, your mouth is so full of thick goop now. The third chew is nearly impossible, your jaw barely budging, lower half of your face numb. And then the numbing fades, feeling returning to your face though it's clear your mouth is...gone? You think? Whatever happened, the slick wetness of the walls feels much nicer on the parts of you that were numb. And your breathing, when you finally notice enough to do it again, seems only to be coming out of your nose for obvious reasons.
You have a moment to dwell on your changes, a moment to panic, before you feel your feet finally settling into the bottom of something, the tight walls around you depositing you into a bit of a heap, like you're a piece of fabric in a bag. The bulge around your crotch, ignored for so long, seems to once again be the center of attention, the tube moving your form in such a way that your weight once again rests on it. And like before, you feel fireworks, the flower beneath blooming. You can struggle, but what's the point as you let yourself grind against the tube you find yourself in.
As you expected, the bulge begins to fade away, the feeling of pressure against that phantom satisfies you in a way that you've never felt before. Spreading that bliss out, your body starts to involuntarily grind against the rubbery prison you find yourself in, the thin membrane of the latex suit you're wearing seeming to grow more and more permeable with each moment. You don't know if your suit is fading away, becoming your skin, or something else, but whatever it is, your only thoughts are rubbing more of your ever more sensitive skin against your coccoon. You writhe in a symphony of delight, soundless cries of bliss coming from your form in the darkness.
It's like that for....time. You don't know how long. It could be ten minutes. It could be an hour, a day, a week, longer. You don't know. Your heart stopped beating a long time ago, so you've got that going for you; probably explains why you don't need to breathe. In other mixed blessing news, while the pleasure hasn't lessened, your inability to think through it has. It wasn't a slow process; a few minutes, you think, like waking up after a night of being drunk. While still being as drunk. At least you don't feel like you're going to black out. And have a good idea of what happened to you; just you feel really good right now.
Once your wits have returned to you, you notice light above. It takes you a moment to realize but then...
LIGHT! FREEDOM!
Wiggling your body experimentally, you find that the tube you're in easily accommodates your exit. Pushing up with your shoulders and arms you're surprised to find yourself almost shoved to the halfway in and out position you were in before. Your eyes quickly adjusting to the light you realize three very critical things.
What hits you first is that regular air feels so much worse than the tightness you were in earlier. It wasn't that particular tightness per se, but any. Your skin feels cold, naked....unstimulated, really. You need something tight and hugging. You won't die without it, but if your legs, still inside the lips and tube, feel like party city, the part of you outside feels kind of sick and really a bit under the weather.
Still, you're not distracted enough to miss that the three bunnequins are still there, all of them giving friendly waves. They've changed position a little, with Blue closest to you, a huge smile on her false face, or as much of a smile as she can give, and they've dragged a massive mirror into the room, right in front of the lips.
This is nice of them as it gives you an easy way to realize the third critical thing. How you've changed. Staring back at you in the mirror is something very different. Your hand touches your face as you realize you've become a....