Auxiliary notes ::

There is nothing quite as absolute as rubber worn as clothing.
It doesn’t breath. Nothing will escape it, unless it rips.
It conforms to the body. The thicker the material, the harsh that squeeze.
It reminds its wearer of exactly what they are coated in at all times.
And how it can fully encase.
Layer after layer.
Getting thicker and thicker.
Increasing the tension. The squeeze. Making each breath just a little more difficult. A little more energy required for every movement.
How its host must work for it.
Until that is all they are.
A host for latex.
Good drone.

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