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After getting Sylas fully strapped up, Copper took Sylas's kneeling form, and bound the straitsack's straps together. Hip strap belted to ankles, two thigh straps to the lower and upper shins, and knees folded and secured together, forcing the goat into a tightly forced kneeling position. Once secured firmly and tightly, Copper hoisted the blinded, plungermasked, straitsacked, poofy collared captive up into their arms. It took some awkward shifting of weight and clumsy balancing from the deer as the two were similar in size, but Copper was able to heft Sylas's glossy form up beyond the lip of the locker-sized cell, and firmly squished the goat into the thick rubber padding. Sylas was oriented in profile so that he faced leftwards and standing kneeling upright on the lumpy padding, masked face about a foot below a small pocket in the padding where a threaded metallic arm stuck out. Copper leaned into the locker and squeezed Sylas's hips and sleeved legs, before ample more effort was used to force Sylas in as deep as possible into the padding, and align him directly below the hole in the wall of the cell.

Once their toy was oriented properly, Copper exhaled with fake effort, wiping the back of a rubber gloved hand to their bandana covered scalp as if working up a sweat, before snickering a bit to themselves and grinning. While looking over Sylas, they reached for the dial that stood proud from the wall next to the cell- the labeling for the cell's occupant written freshly above it- and pressed it in with a satisfactory click. The dense rubber padding within the cell suddenly began to inflate from all sides, not with air, but with dense squishy expanding foam identical to the heavy memory foam-like substance filling Sylas's poofy collar. The padding grew and filled out, losing its copious wrinkles and creases and all remnant of empty space as it engulfed and squeezed Sylas from all sides, lifting the goat's figure upright and making his kneeling position considerably more comfortable and padded. This fullbody rubber hugging squeezed every inch of Sylas save for a notable lack around the front of his face, where of course the plungermask still sat in bright red amidst the ebony. 

Once the padding had finished expanding and locking the goat in place, Copper leaned in once more- smiling wider at the goat's rubber gagged grunts and squirms- and reached upwards now to the threaded insert sticking out of the pocket in the wall, which was now perfectly level with Sylas's face. Pulling the arm forward, Copper screwed the end tightly into the threaded base of the plunger mask, before locking the spinning portion down so that it could not come loose from the crimson rubber. A few small tugs on the arm and mask confirmed it being seated properly, and with a proud final look over their toy, Copper swung the cell door shut- which of course had more padding lining its insides to ensure Sylas was hugged truly from all angles. The door shut with a click, before the sounds of mechanical bolts shifting into position around all sides of the frame were heard, ensuring zero chance of escape.

Now sealed and secured properly, Copper turned their attention back to the dial on the wall, resting a rubber gloved hand on it, and after a pause to savor the moment, they began cranking it gently to the right. Immediately, the mechanical arm within Sylas's cell sprung to life with a faint electrical whirr, as it pulled back slowly into the pocket, pulling the plunger mask and nearly Sylas's face along with it. The red rubber stretched and stretched and stretched, Sylas letting out a prolonged gagged whine of overwhelmed confusion, surprise, and begrudging arousal, the rubber hugging Sylas's head and neck from all angles making it so that his head could not go with the motion of the mask and he was held firmly in place as just his face was worked and stretched. After a few seconds, the mask paused at its apex for a moment, Sylas squirming excessively in his bonds as the tugging pressure to his sensory deprived face skyrocketed to overwhelming levels of euphoric- his toony nature on the cusp of being pushed to the point of his face deforming and morphing to the stretch and shape of the plunger- but just before that point was reached, the plunger began retracting, relaxing back to a resting position before jutting forward and inversely squishing the goat's face in briefly. This cycle of a steady and consistent firm stretch, a pause at maximum stretch, and a brief smashing reprieve, went on for roughly a minute. 

Copper was merciful in some senses they supposed as they gave Sylas a gentle introduction, propping their back up against Sylas's cell and kicking one of their metal-soled rubber booted feet up, waist cloth swishing down between their legs as they made themselves quite comfortable and pressed an ear to the cool metal door to listen for the sounds of their toy. They rested a hand on the dial once more and turned it further right to a moderate pace. Another minute of a more pronounced yet still faint mechanical whirr, notably louder creaks of rubber inside the cell, and more pronounced gagged moans from the goat captive as the arm pumped faster and faster. After a minute, another turn of the dial. More speed, more creaks, more of a dominant rush for the deer at their unseen toy. This went on for... well, Copper lost track. The dial had reached max a while ago they presumed...and then they just kept going. And going. And going. Looping the dial back on itself who knows how many times until it popped loose. The dial hung from its seating, the color gauge used to determine speed now one singular shade of red with some of the lights winking in and out, the labeling beneath that typically depicted speed in pumps per minute simply reading "LUDICROUS." Copper let out a hearty laugh at the sight and shook their head- they already broke their new machinery, but perhaps this was a feature they could use. They made themselves comfortable again, listening intently at a now constant prominent whirr of machinery that almost competed with the constant creaking and stretching sounds of red rubber being aggressively and swiftly pumped at truly ludicrous speeds. Amidst all of it, Copper could just barely make out the faint gagged whines and moans of a truly overwhelmed and unfathomably aroused goat, stuck and helpless, somehow able to do less then he already normally could with his forever chaste form, having his face plungered blindingly fast in an assault of excessive lengthy stretches and swift yet firm smashes.   

Copper enjoyed the sounds of their captive for several minutes, an absent hand working their own forever null crotch through their draping apron of permanent red cloth to the point they felt a frustrated, dominant bit of monologue seep out- not even sure if Sylas could hear it.

"We'll have you in there at max speed for two weeks. Then it's on to so, SO many experiments. Welcome to your new home, plunger toy~"

Copper would have other toys to plunger and bully for certain- it was a big asylum in need of filling after all- but Sylas would certainly be their favorite, and probably longest staying plungertoy...perhaps indefinitely so if Copper and Sylas had it their way~
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This was really long overdue. Im sorry for anyone that waited or was dissatisfied that it took me like 4 months to complete this part. I originally started in DEC, but paused so i could focus on comms, and then I further delayed this project so i could work on improving my art style more. 

Its pretty funny how you can see my art changing between each part.
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Requested and narrated by SilverAtlas, featuring SilverAtlas’s Copper and Sigmaw’s Sylas