The Balloon of Doom - Early Access (Patreon)

Contains: Bubble trap, Balloon trap, struggling, spandex costumes femdom, rubber stretching, smothering and squeezing

Spin off to a Patreon exclusive I posted a while back - Squish Bubble

All characters involved are either in their 20s or 30s

“It's finally ready…” The dark-skinned serpentine villainess took off her glasses, letting her lab coat flow open and revealing her stylish black leotard underneath. Approaching the steaming pod, she rubbed her hands over the warm glass, waiting for the steam inside to settle so she could lay her eyes upon the final mold of her creation. The devious inventor had created a prototype of this particular invention some weeks ago, even successfully capturing a hero with it. Being an arms dealer for criminals who enjoy a taste of kink with their crimes, Miss Rapture enjoyed making more unconventional gadgets, especially if latex was involved.

Going from city to city, she would frequently set up shop in abandoned warehouses,  a convenient place to meet with fellow ne'er-do-wells.

As the steam finally settled inside the pod, was graced with the shiny crimson surface of her creation, gleaming within the glass dome like polished porcelain. It was such an elegant sight, the cleanest prototype so far, making her heart swell with pride. As she slid her hands across the glass pod, she was excited to see how this particular iteration of her invention would perform. Biting her bottom lip, she imagined unleashing the prototype on an unsuspecting hero, leaving them at her mercy as she stands over them watching with glee. Miss Rapture couldn't help but stroke the pod affectionately, eager to test out her beautiful new invention.

“Guess I better find a hero for you to capture.” she said, letting out a low, sultry giggle. 

Suddenly, Rapture heard a loud bang from across the room, looking over to see a vent cover had clattering on the floor. The inventor looked up just in time to see a sleek figure leap out of the vents above, gracefully landing on the warehouse floor with an acrobatic pose. It was Sweeps, a fox boy superhero known for his agility and unmatched stamina. Sporting a blue pair of spandex shorts, a tight crop top, and black stockings over his foot paws, his attire was just as sleek as his form. Despite being rather slim, he had quite an impressive streak for a niche superhero like himself.

“It's always abandoned warehouses with you villains.” Sweeps said with a huff, standing up straight with a confident posture.

Miss Rapture didn't even flinch at the sight of him, on the contrary, she couldn't help but grin, seeing as she now had the perfect test subject. 

“Well well! If I knew I'd be discovered by such a cute hero, I would've tidied up a bit.” she said in a purring voice, allowing her lab coat to slip off slightly  in an attempt to fluster the hero.

“What can I help you with sweetie?” she asked, leaning forward as she placed her hands on her knees, her tail gently swinging behind her in a seductive pose. 

Sweeps swallowed nervously as he found himself struggling to keep his eyes focused on her face, distracted by Rapture’s figure on display. Given his adorable and endearing appearance, this hadn't been the first time that a villainess had flirted with him. By now, he had gotten used to it. But unlike most villains, Rapture herself was barely clothed. Barefoot, and wearing what looked like a gymnastics leotard with only a lab coat to cover her, he didn't know where to look without staring. It was admittedly distracting. 

“We've been having a crime wave throughout the city, many of these criminals were armed with latex-themed gadgets, and I figured they had a supplier.” he said, his tone serious despite the blush on his face still visible. 

“So sorry if I came in at a bad time, but I'm gonna have to put a stop to your operation here.”

Rapture simply giggled under her breath, reaching into her pocket as she stood up straight. “On the contrary…” Pulling out a small but intricate-looking remote from her pocket, she delicately tapped a button with her thumb. 

“You're just in time to give my newest invention a test run.” 

The glass pod parted down the middle, splitting open and allowing the prototype inside to float free from the confines of its capsule. What emerged was a large, crimson-red rubber balloon. 4 feet in diameter and perfectly circular, it was almost as big as Sweeps himself, gently floating forward as it ominously lingered in the air. The smooth seamless latex shimmered in the fluorescent warehouse lights, bobbing and jiggling ever so delicately like a bubble. Sweeps looked unimpressed, rolling his eyes at the idea that a balloon would intimidate him.

“I call it… the Balloon of Doom!” Rapture announced, deepening her voice as she said his name for dramatic flare.

 Sweeps just sighed, he had already seen plenty of her gadgets in action, but they proved to be little more than an inconvenience when catching criminals. Sticky bubbles, Slippery latex floor sheets, inflatable bondage rings, kinky stuff, but nothing ever dangerous. 

“A balloon of doom? Really?” sweeps said sarcastically with a hint of boredom in his voice.

 Rapture held back a chuckle as she gave the balloon a gentle stroke atop its surface. 

“Yes really. Would you like to see where the doom part comes in?”

 Without warning, the balloon suddenly darts toward Sweeps, taking him off guard as he quickly jumps over the red sphere, narrowly avoiding it. As he landed back on the ground on all fours, the balloon smacked into the wall with a squeak before bouncing back towards him. Sweeps looked behind him just in time to see the balloon coming for him again, quickly rolling to the side as he dodged the incoming sphere. But then, the balloon quickly came to a halt in mid-air, floating back in his direction and picking up speed. 

Sweeps gasped as he got back up and ran in the opposite direction, the balloon in hot pursuit as it flew after him. The fox zipped across the warehouse faster than even an athlete could, but the balloon still kept up with him. Sweeps made twists and turns around the warehouse, hoping to outmaneuver the balloon or at least put some distance between them. But the balloon stayed right on him, dodging the pillars and keeping up with his speed, maneuvering in a way that should've been impossible for a balloon of that size.

Rapture couldn't help but laugh as she watched her creation chase the hero around. It was a bit bizarre to see a costumed crusader run away from a balloon of all things, and with such urgency. However, what made the spectacle all the more amusing to Miss Rapture, was that not even the hero himself knew the true danger of the orb pursuing him. 

 Sweeps looked back for a moment to see if he had put some distance between them, but the balloon was still on him, and getting closer inch by inch. “What kind of balloon is this?!” he yelped. 

Sweeps tried to run faster, taking a sharp turn around a large crate as he darted past it. The balloon simply smacked against the wall and sprung back in his direction, building enough kinetic energy to get back up behind him. Changing tactics, he ran towards a large metal container, using his momentum to run up its side before doing a backflip over his Crimson pursuer. With a graceful landing, he bolted in the opposite direction, but the balloon just smacked into the container and sprang back towards him again. 

Looking back, he could feel his heart pounding as he really began to panic. No one had ever kept up with him like this until now, it was as if the balloon had a mind of its own, chasing him down with absolute determination.

Sweeps had no intention of letting the balloon catch him, for all he knew it could be full of poison gas, or explode the second it touched him. But then, he suddenly tripped! Feels as if time comes to a standstill as he tumbles across the floor, rolling over just in time to see the balloon right on top of him. Before he could jump away, the balloon slammed itself on top of him, pinning his body against the floor from the chest down.

(I made two versions for how this sequence proceeds, I've decided to go with the first version, but I'll keep the second version in for the patrons.— Version 1

Sweeps gasped as the breath was knocked out of him, the balloon shoving itself onto him as it crept up against his sides “AH!?” the hero shuttered as he felt the rubber folding itself over his midsection, taking him into a squeezing vice and slowly creeping around his back.

“G-GET OFF!” He thrashed and kicked at the balloon as it squeezed around him, causing it to shake and wobble as it attempted to envelop him. The hero’s heart pounded in his chest as he felt his torso sinking into the balloon, the folds of rubber wrapping around him as if was a giant amoeba. Once he finally realized what the balloon was trying to do, he beat his fists into the thing, even trying to kick at it from beneath. But the inflated rubber surface merely absorbed his blows, bouncing his hands back as he sank further into the orb's embrace.

SQEEEEEEEAK! 

“AH!” he exclaimed, his face turning red as the balloon suddenly thrusted itself against him, fully wrapping over his back and pressing up against his groin with an invasive squeeze. It was as if the balloon was responding to his retaliation, doubling its efforts to overpower him. The hero’s struggles faltered for a brief moment, distracted by the brief surge of unwanted pleasure. The balloon took this opportunity to snag both of his feet, puffing up and forming a pair of inflatable cuffs around his ankles, rendering his legs useless.

The balloon then lifted itself off the ground, effortlessly carrying Sweeps with it as it floated a couple feet off of the floor.

Sweeps began to panic as he tried to pull his legs free, rubber stretching out slightly before snapping them back. Even while inflated, the rubber was surprisingly springy, stretching with every desperate pull and tug he made. But this was by design, the balloon deliberately allowing Sweeps to tire himself out, making it easier for the balloon to wrestle him.  

Pretty soon, his legs began to sink into the balloon, completely encompassing his lower half with his chest now slowly sinking into the squeezing latex.

“No!” In a panic, he shoved his hands against the balloon, gritting his teeth as he tried to push himself out. The rubber only squished around his hands before puckering tight around his wrists, locking them in place as they began to sink into the rubber as well.

“AH! NNNGH!” Sweeps squirmed and thrashed against the balloon, which took its time slowly rolling up his Midsection. Sweeps breath hitched as the balloon squeezed his torso, puckering around his and increasing the pressure on his ribs. The rubber felt so cold against his exposed legs and belly, feeling the surface slide and stretch around his body as he was pulled in. It almost felt like he was fighting a ball of jelly. Sweeps’s desperate attempts to pull his arms free esulted in a little more than a cacophony of squeaks, all while the balloon delicately jiggled around him. No matter how hard he struggled, his arms would simply spring back into the balloon with a harmless wobbly bounce.

The balloon puckered and tightened around his body so tightly, it felt as if he was being sucked on by a pair of massive lips, a sensation that him shiver as he was pulled deeper into its depths. Sweeps winced as he let out a gasp, the balloon now pressing against his chest as it crawled up to his shoulders. Now there was little he could do but twist and squirm, but it was fruitless. Within moments, it was now squeezing up his neck and pressing against the sides of his face. The hero’s heart skipped a beat as another shadow was cast over him, and he opened his eyes to see Miss Rapture looking down at him. 

“Now, do you see where the Doom part comes in?” she teased, flicking her tongue playfully as her hips swayed side to side. 

 Sweeps begin to hyperventilate, feeling the rubber squeeze against the cheeks of his face as it slowly pulled him in.

"L-Let ME GO!!”  he, his eyes pleading with panic, as the red rubber began to creep into his vision.

“Shhhhhh shhh shh shh…” she shushed him, putting a finger on his nose

“Just let it happen, there's no escape now.” 

Rapture's voice was deep and sultry, as if trying to calm him before meeting his doom.

 As his head sank into the balloon, the rubber squished his face so tight it forced his jaw shut, pressing up against his cheeks before covering his puckered lips.

“Uuuugh-mmph!”  the rubber squealed against his ears as the balloon closed around his face, pulling him deep into its form as it wobbled back to its rounded shape.

— Version 2

 Getting up on all fours, he looked back to some time to see the balloon was right on top of them. Before he could crawl away, the balloon slammed itself on top of him, pinning his body against the floor.

 The fox gasped as the balloon knocked the breath out of him, pinning him down with such force it felt as if someone had thrown a large weighted bean bag on top of him.

 The balloon then scooped around Sweep’s sides before lifting him off of the floor, taking the hero into a rubbery vice. It took a moment for Sweeps to get his bearings back, only for a cold shiver to run down his spine as he felt the cool, slick rubber folding around him. With renewed panic, he pushed his arms against the rubber as he tried to escape the balloon’s grasp. The balloon responded by squeezing him tighter, pinning his arms back to his sides as the folds of inflated latex puffed up around him. Sweeps groaned as the latex held him tight, no longer able to pull free as he could only squirm in its embrace. The rubber was surprisingly soft, even for a balloon, but its grip was unyielding. 

The folds began to wrap over him, squeezing him tighter and tighter as he moaned helplessly. The balloon squished his cheeks, feeling as if it was hugging him, as the latex began to encompass his body. Sweeps tried to squirm, but it was no use, the inflatable folds merely absorbed his struggles as the balloon jiggled in the air. The Hero’s breath hitched, painting as the balloon’s red rubber, and a creep into his vision.

The balloon was trying to pull him in, wrapping itself over him to bury him in its inflatable body!

“N-NO!” he, gasped, the rubber obstructing his vision as Rupture calmly strutted towards him, a satisfied smile spread across her face as she watched her creation at work. 

The balloon tightly squished his body, hugging him so tightly it felt like it was trying to constrict him. As the balloon squished his cheeks in and forced his lips to pucker, all he could do was let out a moan before the latex covered his mouth. The last thing he could see was Miss Rapture’s dominating smile.

 The red latex filled his vision as the balloon continued to squeeze in on him, pushing his shoulders in and pressing his legs against one another. Sweeps moaned as the rubber squished his blushing face, forced to close his eyes as the balloon him with its constricting hug.  

 But just when he thought it couldn't get any tighter, the balloon pressed in on him with one final smothering squeeze. Sweeps could only whine as his body was squished from head to toe, feeling as if he was going to be flattened.

SQUEEEEEEEEAK… POP!

 With a Slick but soft pop, the rubber folds closed over him, and sealed itself shut, the balloon wobbling in the air with its new prisoner tucked away. The balloon continued to Bob gently sweep. His helpless moans could be heard from inside, faint, muffled, but more than enough to please the devious villainess.

 Inside, Sweeps had been tucked into a tight womb-like pocket, forced into a fetal position as the folding segments of inflatable rubber squeezed down on him. With barely enough room to move, he found himself hyperventilating as he squirmed within his prison. Every single movement he made resulted in a squeak that rang in his ears, drowning out his own panicked breaths. The smell of fresh latex invaded his nostrils through the stuffy air filling his lungs, overwhelming his senses as he began looking for a way out. But as his paws roamed the slick rubbers surrounding him, it only confirmed what he had feared. His prison was completely airtight, and there was no way out.

 Sweeps tried to stretch out his cramped enclosure, but every time he pushed against the inflatable walls, it would cause his space to contract and squeeze him all over. Sweeps tried digging his fingers into the rubber, hoping to pop the balloon from the inside, but he couldn't even get a grip on the slick latex. The walls would only fold and squish around his arms and legs as he struggled, as if the rubber was trying to swallow him. 

  The hero's heart dropped as the reality situation finally set in. There was nothing he could do, the inflatable walls only stretched as he struggled, and a balloon had overpowered him from the start. He was trapped.

“This can't be happening, I’m gonna suffocate in here!” he gasped in discomfort, still struggling to push the rubber away. 

“Correct!” 

  The Hero's eyes widened as he heard Rapture's muffled voice from outside.

“My cute little balloon was designed to chase down heroes and smother them!” she teased gently rubbing her hand across the op crimson surface of her invention. 

“Comfy in there?”

Sweeps shivered as her gentle caress caused a loud squeak to echo throughout his prison, serving as a reminder of his helplessness.

“And to think just minutes earlier, you were mocking my balloon, thinking it to be a joke.”  she said with a prideful huff in her voice. “Had you run when you had the chance, you wouldn't be in such a tight spot.”

 Sweeps bit his lip as her words sank in. The villainess was right, he wasted time monologuing when he could've apprehended her immediately. Worse, he didn't even recognize the immediate rubbery threat when it was presented to him. In his string of successes, he had become so cocky that he forgot how dangerous his job really was, and this was his price.

 Suddenly, a deep hissing sound could be heard emanating from around him, feeling the rubber press on him as his heart jumped out of his chest. The balloon was squeezing him again, his prison now contracting on him as the balloon pumped air into its double-layered interior.

“Oh! And once its target is all snug and wrapped up, it will constrict its occupant with a nice tight hug to squeeze them to sleep.” she mocked, a gentle coo in her voice followed up with a malicious giggle.

“You’re finished…”

Gasping in panic, the fox braced his arms and legs against the walls in an attempt to keep the shrinking pocket at bay. Of course, the balloon merely folded over his limbs, squeezing over his body little by little. As his space shrunk, the pressure grew, the balloon taking him in an all-encompassing embrace as the rubber walls puffed and squeaked around him. Feeling the folds pressing around his head, he tried to shove the rubber away from his face only for the walls to puff up around his neck and chest instead. It was no use, the balloon was enveloping him from every conceivable angle, folding and squeezing around his body as if trying to swallow him up. Every time he tried to push against the walls, they would simply squish and fold in on him from another direction. It was like he was trying to wrestle a giant pillow.

 It wasn’t long before his knees were pressed up against his chest, his arms pinned up against his sides, with his head struggling to stay upright as he was forced into fetal position. Sweeps couldn’t move anymore, he could only squirm, every little movement he made resulting in a teasing squeak as the ball continued to shrink around him. The terrified fox let out a little whimper, with nothing left to do but wait as the Doom Balloon proceeded to squish him.

“Shhhhhh… Don't fight it, there's no escape now.” Miss Rapture spoke softly, whispering into the balloon as she stroked it surface

  “let it hug you… until you sleep like a baby. ♪”

At that moment, something inside the hero snapped. The fear, the humiliation, the helplessness, he didn't want to be defeated this way, not by a balloon of all things. 

With a sudden surge of adrenaline, the hero threw his arms and legs out, shoving against the rubber walls with all his might. The balloon shook and wobbled as his hands and feet pushed and stretched against the outer membrane. Startled, Miss Rapture jumped back with a gasp, watching her balloon stretch vertically as the outline of the hero's wincing face could be seen pressing against the surface. 

“Impossible…” she mumbled, a look of shock spread over her face as her lab coat slid down her shoulders. Somehow, he was pushing back against the balloon's embrace, as if it had triggered some inner strength within him.

Sweeps groaned into the tight rubber as it squeezed in on every inch of his body, contracting around him as he stretched it out. Even with this inexplicable boost in strength, the pressure was overwhelming, squishing him tighter the harder he pushed. Through the tightening rubber, he could feel the outer layer of the balloon stretch around his hands and feet. Sweeps could even see the light from as the thinning rubber squeezed against his face. But even with his freedom in reach, the balloon merely stretched with his efforts to escape, squeezing him even tighter in retaliation. Sweeps’s arms and legs began to quiver as the balloon tried to pull him back in place, his strength wavering against the crushing pressure. 

“Just… a little… fur-” BOING!

In that moment, his strength gave out, and the balloon bounced back to its rounded shape as it pulled the fox back into its center. 

Miss Rapture was nearly speechless, letting out a relieved breath as a smile spread across her face. “Impressive…”

Squished, trapped, and exhausted, he could barely let out a whimper as the last of his freedom was squeezed away. The rubber overwhelmed his nostrils, his breaths growing shorter as the rubber folds inflated around his chest. He couldn't even push the walls away anymore, his limbs held tightly in place by the contracting rubber. His vision dimmed as the balloon hugged him even tighter than it had before, as if it was trying to crush him.

Lulled into a state of sensory deprivation, Sweeps could only hear reverberating latex groaning in his ears, the creaking growing deeper and deeper as his consciousness was squeezed away.

Outside, Miss Rapture gently petted the top of the balloon, looking pleased as she gently ran her fingers across the squishy latex. 

“Well done.”

It felt like the world was spinning, his body completely motionless as if the world's heaviest blanket had been thrown on top of him. Managing to open his eyes, he was surprised to be blinded by a bright, sterile light. Once he finally managed to adjust to the brightness, he could finally make out what appeared to be a shiny plastic material around him.

“Look who's finally awake.” A familiar voice said,

Sweeps lazily turned his head to the side, seeing a pair of wide, dark, silky smooth thighs right next to him. Immediately recognizing the thighs belonging to Miss Rapture, Sweep’s eyes shot open with a gasp. The villainess was standing before him, wearing even less than before, with only a pair of high-cut purple panties and a white unbuttoned dress shirt. The villainess was not even wearing a bra underneath, made obvious by her mounds visible through her shirt.

The hero tried to sit up, but he slipped and fell face-first into the surface beneath him with a soft squeak. Instead of busting his nose, his face seemed to sink into the floor beneath him, cushioning his fall with a delicate jiggle.

With a grimace, he tried to push himself back up on hus knees, only to feel the surface sag slightly under his weight with little friction to speak of. The floor felt like wet rubber, and squishy like taught vinyl. Sweeps’s vision finally cleared up enough to see that the surface beneath him was semi-transparent, and carrying him at least a foot above of a rubber-padded floor. 

The villainous laughed in amusement as his eyes fully adjusted, finally getting a good look at his new surroundings. Sweeps was floating in a large clear balloon, the surface swirling with a pinkish soapy texture. Outside of his bubble was a fancy-looking living room, with a large leather couch, a couple of rubber bean bags, and what looked to be fine art decorating the walls. But the most bizarre part was the rubber padding lining the floors and walls, giving it a sterile and somewhat kinky look. 

“Comfy?” Rapture teased with a playful swing of her bare hips. “God, you both look so cute when you're fumbling around in your bubbles. I could watch you struggle all day.” 

“Both?” Sweeps looked around as he noticed a second sphere in his peripheral vision. Looking to his right, he saw a pink-furred cat boy sitting in the balloon next to him, wearing a shiny purple leotard along with matching long gloves and thigh highs contrasting with his light pink fur. 

Slumping at the bottom of his prison, the leotard-clad cat boy gave sweeps an unenthusiastic wave with his hand. “Hey…” he sighed.

“Frenzy?!” Sweeps stuttered as he finally recognized the cat boy.

“Ah, so you’re familiar with this cutie!” Rapture chuckled, looking pleased as she placed her hands on her hips.

“I’ve heard of you! You were all over the news after you went missing a few weeks ago!” Sweeps continued, placing his hands against the wall of the slippery prison before falling flat on his face again.

Frenzy, let out another sigh, resting his head against the back of his bubble. ”Yeah… I‘ve been following this arms dealer for a while. But when I finally found one of her hideouts…” the cat boy paused for a moment, looking embarrassed as he blushed. 

“Let me guess…” Rapture stepped over to his bubble. “You never would've guessed that a bubble could be so dangerous.” She teasingly tapped the top of his prison with her fingers, causing the surface to ripple and sway. “Guess you both have something in common now, which is perfect since you'll be roommates from now on.”

 The fox boy’s heart sank, clenching his fists against the slippery material beneath him. “You-you can’t just keep us here!” he growled, pressing his snout against the wall of his prison. 

 Maintaining her smug grin, she simply leaned over him, her face only inches from his. “Yes. I can.” she responded as he swiped her hand across the surface of his bubble, causing his prison to spin backward as he clumsy-tumbled onto his back like he was in a hamster ball.

“You see, unlike the Doom Balloon, this bubble filter’s oxygen so you won't suffocate. It also slows your anatomic cycles, so I won't have to let you out for a while.”

The bubble continued to wobble around Sweeps as he struggled to regain his leverage, rolling back on his hands and knees as he stared daggers into his captor.

“Pus, it's made from the same prototype that bested this darling cat boy. So there's no escaping this one either.” She tilted her head up proudly as her thick serpentine tail swung behind her with excitement.

Sweeps took notice of her wagging tail, her enthusiasm worrying him as to what she had planned. “What do you want with us? Why didn't you finish me off?” he asked.

Rapture giggled as she scratched her chin, looking as if she was taking a moment to prepare a monologue. “I had no reason to kill you. My Doom Balloon smothered you unconscious, so it performed successfully. I could've left you to suffocate, but you put on quite a show during your struggle, and you lasted longer than I thought you would. Soooooooo… I thought you'd make a perfect subject.”

Sweeps, visibly gulped, unable to hide how nervous he was as his tail tucked between his legs. “T-Test subject?” he stuttered.

“She has a chamber in this building she uses to test her inventions.” Frenzy sighed, getting Sweeps’s attention as he turned to look at him. “She’s… been using me to run trials for her prototypes. At first, it was just a stationary bubble when it caught me, but once she gave it the ability to move, she began locking me in the testing chamber with it. No matter how much I ran, it would chase me down until it caught me, and it only got faster with every test run.”

Sweeps trembled in his bubble, the consequences of his imprisonment finally setting in.

“Oh, it'll be so much fun to watch you run and struggle against my balloon again. And with every test, I'll continue making improvements until I have the perfect hero-smothering weapon!” Rapture laughed, her voluptuous chest bouncing in front of her as she swung her tail wildly. 

“I see… You plan on selling this balloon to other ciminals, so you can make a fortune on the black market.” Sweeps shivered, pressing his hands against the bubble as the fur on his tail stood on end.

Rapture gave Sweeps a playful little smirk as her laughter settled down. 

“NO.” 

Frenzy scowl, and Sweep's fear quickly turned to surprise, briefly glancing at one another as the room briefly went silent.

“It’s true that I could make an absolute killing selling these Hero Smothering Balloons. But why should I share some of my best toys with other villains, when I can have them all to myself.” The villain said as she walked up beside his bubble, delicately placing a hand on its surface.

“Just… What are you planning with them then?” Sweeps asked nervously, doing his best to maintain his tough facade.

“You'll see in due time hun.” Rapture cooed,  puckering her lips as if gesturing a playful kiss. “But for now, why don't you boys get to know each other?” With the swift shove, rapture pushed Sweep’s bubble towards frenzy’s. Upon contact, the two orbs squished against one another as their surfaces began to merge. 

FWOMP

 With that, the two bubbles combined into one, wobbling in the air as both Frenzy and Sweep found themselves awkwardly pressed up against one another. Oddly, the bubble hadn’t changed in size, instead, it increased the thickness of its membrane, making it more taut and supportive like stretchy plastic. However, this made the bubble much more cramped for the two of them, making it impossible for them to scoot away from one another. The two squirmed, as they tried to make room, with Sweep's accidentally nudging his foot between Frenzy's legs, while Frenzy's foot inadvertently snagged onto Sweep's shorts.

 The two nervously stammered and stuttered as they tried to get into a better position, but they would simply slip from one awkward position to the next. Rapture chuckled as she turned to exit the room, taking some time to look back at the squirming heroes as she dimmed the light. 

“Well I'd say it's been a productive day, so I'm gonna turn in for the night. You two get plenty of rest now, you’re gonna need it for tomorrow. ❤️” With that, the seductive serpentine woman left the room, leaving the two men amongst themselves as they settled into their new prison.

 An awkward silence now filled the room as the heroes stared at one another, their eyes unblinking, and not saying a word. Sharing such a small space with their legs unavoidably tucked up against one another, they unavoidably ended up, touching each other's spandex costumes. Neither of the spandex-clad men could hide the light blush under the fur of their cheeks. 

Sweep's breath hitched as his thigh brushed up against Frenzy’s stockings, the shiny silky fabric sliding against his bare fur like smooth satin. The cat boy’s costume was just as soft as it looked, making it reasonable to assume that his leotard was likely just as soft and smooth. Sweep swallowed audibly, growing flustered as turned his head to the side, trying to take his mind off his awkward situation.

“So…” the cat boy broke the silence, getting Sweeps' attention as they once again looked at one another. 

“Do you wanna make out?” 

Sweeps squeaked as his face went red, caught off guard by Frenzy’s straightforward question. “W-what!?” he shuddered.

Frenzy let out a sigh as he rolled his eyes. “Look, we're gonna be in here a while, and I'm bored.” 

 The cat boy stared at him, crossing his arms with a pouty glare. The bubble went quiet again, Sweeps biting his lip as he let his eyes wander over the cat boy’s body. Though Frenzy was known for his short temper and tendency to claw at his opponents, he certainly looked attractive up close, especially in his spadex one-piece. Once he realized he was staring a bit too much, he squeaked and turned his head the other way. 

“I’ll… think about it.” he said quietly, as his tail visibly wagged beside him. Silence once again enveloped their soft, floating prison, unable to ignore each other's presence as they exchanged glances from time to time. 

They eventually decided to cuddle instead.