You're sleeping on a cloud... figuratively speaking, in any case. Layers upon layers of soft, downy fluff encase you from head to toe as you awaken, and beneath even that is only a semi-solid mass of glossy material that doesn't fit any set of natural properties you can think of off the top of your head. You feel like if you just sat still, for a while, you'd sink into it, and the suit you've been stuffed in doesn't help matters in the least. You grunt, and groan, barely able to move your muzzle, and blink through the shiny, tinted eye-lenses, beyond which is a world unlike anything you could have imagined outside a dream... could you be dreaming?

It certainly doesn't feel like any dream you can imagine. You reach up one pillowy, padding-covered mitt and press it against your chest, looking down to find your entire body, and presumably your head, as well, covered in rustling plastic that fills your ears with crinkles at every touch. It's... entrancing, just letting the padding hug you, and the outer layer crinkle like a plastic bag. Despite the distraction, you also see that the mingled white and teal-blue of your padded suit is held together with, of all things... adhesive tapes, big ones as wide as your hand, in some cases, like some kind of absurd full-body diaper. With a quiet groan, you reach over, stretching out the thickly padded fingers of one diaper-covered paw, and try to peel off one of the tapes, and begin your escape, but it quickly becomes like trying to thread a needle while wearing heavy gloves -- virtually impossible.

Just moving in the suit makes you gradually drift off into bliss, your ears filling with the crinkling plastic, and near sensory overload as your skin rubs against the silky inner lining of the suit. Entrancing, even. You find yourself starting to hear etherial voices, just beyond the edge of your perception, perfectly clear until you start to think about them, at which point they fade away, as though to escape your attention. The lights of the bizarre sky-world in which you're stuck glisten in a variety of beautiful colors, all those of the rainbow, always pleasing, and you quickly find it easier to simply focus on them... this is where you belong, in your diapersuit, obeying your...

Time becomes hard to follow as you succumb to whatever invasive force is slithering its way into your mind. After a minute, the suit feels like the most natural thing in the world. Proper attire for a diaper thrall, a servant of a beloved master to be taken back to the Digital World and put to good use, there, disguised as a local. After five, your memories and former personality feel like faded old gibberish, unimportant, and by twenty, you couldn't have reached out to them even if you'd tried. Your eyes begin to glow, faintly, a glossy blue like that of the ground beneath you, and a dopey grin spreads across your face. You sit back, blushing softly, ready to obey like a good thrall, when the puppet master reveals themselves, already appearing like the most welcome face in the world to you...

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Well, there all you floofs have it :P I wrote you a little story to go along with your picture. Nicky's there in the internal shot, but feel free to just imagine yourself in there as you read, I don't mind. He's mostly just a placeholder.

After the last suiting pic was so well received, it basically guarenteed I'd draw another one! These are a lot of fun. I might have to discount them if I open for commissions, or something. Let me know what you all think! I do enjoy, read, and try to reply to every comment I get :P Thanks!

~Psudo