ROYAL REWARD: Ina's Collection, Gen 0 (Latex, ABDL, Hololive)

Sora’s boots crashed against the stone floor of Ina’s lair as she and the rest of Hololive Gen 0 rushed through the dungeon in search of their missing comrades. “Come on! This way!” cried Sora, heart pounding. “Just a little farther! I can hear them up ahead!” 

Roboco’s feet struck the stone with harsh metallic clangs. “We’re never going to make it!” 

“Of course we are!” cried Miko, her sandals producing soft little slaps. “We’re almost there!” 

“What are we even going to do when we find them?” asked Suisei, her high-heeled boots emitting sharp cracks. 

“We’ll think of something!” said AZKi, her uncovered socks making soft little slaps. 

Ahead appeared a great metal door, already open. “There!” cried Sora, skidding to a stop. “They must be on the other side! Come on!” She rushed on, throwing herself straight through the door. 

What she found on the other side brought her to an instant stop, her hands clasped over her mouth in shock. The rest of Gen 0 practically crashed into her.

Before them, Gen 4 lay on the ground squirming, their bodies wrapped into tight sacks of colorful latex, and their eyes rolling back in pleasure as it assaulted them. Even as Sora watched, the stuff itself spasmed and pulsed, clearly probing its unfortunate wearers’ bodies. “Quick!” she cried. “We’ve got to help them!” She rushed to the aid of a mewling, squirming Coco, hurrying to pull the awful goo out of her mouth… and groin. 

The rest of Gen 0 hurried to help her, and with much tearing and accidental groping, they managed to peel Gen 4 out of their rubbery prisons. 

“Th-thanks,” said Coco, coughing up a fat glob of the stuff and shivering at the sight of it. Nearby, Luna groaned as Miko peeled the stuff out of her pussy. 

Sora helped Coco back to her feet. “Quickly,” she said, “we’ve got to get out of here before–” 

Footsteps sounded against the stone of the dungeon floor, harsh and imposing. Sora flinched. 

“Before what?” said Ina, striding into the room with a smirk on her face. “Congratulations on finding my vault, by the way. I was certain no one would ever find them after I moved my treasures here.” 

“You won’t get away with this!” cried Sora, thrusting an accusatory finger at Ina’s face. 

The squidgirl laughed. “Oh, I already have!” With a dark chuckle, she opened her spellbook, raised her hand, and–

Snap! 

The sound rolled through the room, accompanied by a flash of green flame that made Sora and half the other girls squeal. “Ina, stooop!” Even as she cried out in protest, her clothing shimmered and ran like wax down the candle. Oozing down her body, it pooled at her feet in a large blue puddle, leaving her to squeal and struggle to cover herself, without much in the way of success. 

She wasn’t the only one affected: around her, the other members of Gen 0 squealed as well as their own clothing dripped in thick globs from their flesh, running down legs and falling with loud plaps from arms to strike the floor in liquid form beneath them.

Gen 4 were already naked, of course, but that didn’t stop the goo they’d been wrapped in from flowing back towards them and coiling around their feet and butts as well, leaving them fighting to stand as it tried to rise around them. 

“Since you’re being such big babies about this whole thing, why don’t I dress you more appropriately?” said Ina. She raised her hand and snapped again, and just like that the awful gooey stuff flowed up their forms and wrapped around them, clinging tight to their skin, so tight they could only squirm and scream, struggling without much in the way of success against it. 

Sora herself threw back her head and writhed as the stuff wrapped around her hips as a giant, gummy diaper, filling all her holes tight even as it begged her to fill it in turn. Meanwhile, the stuff continued to flow, rolling rapidly up her body and squeezing her boobs hard in the process. She screamed for release; she’d never felt anything so constraining. 

Struggling to her feet, she stumbled forward, heart pounding, towards Ina. She made it all of three steps before threads of goo flew between her ankles and her thighs and arrested her momentum. With a squeal, she dropped to the ground and lay there moaning as the goo seized her hands and glued them to her thighs as well. 

“Aw, poor baby,” said Ina, grabbing her by the collar and wrenching her back up into a sitting pose. 

Sora opened her mouth to say something in response, but before she had a chance the goo flowed through her lips and congealed as a large, blue pacifier. Eyes wide in surprise, she struggled to spit it out, but it remained firmly glued in place. All she could do was suckle it furiously. 

Around her, the cries of her fellow vtubers slowly died as their new clothes finished settling into place as tight, colorful rubber overalls, complete with plump diapers and bibs and even pacifiers to prevent them from protesting their treatment. Strings of the stuff bound their limbs together, keeping them from standing up and fighting either. 

Looking them over, Ina raised her hands and cooed in delight. “Aw, look at you all. You all look so cute like this!” She pinched Luna’s cheek, making her squirm in frustration. 

Sora squealed, or tried to at any rate. Nearby, Coco moaned at her well-stretched bib in despair. 

Ina gave them all a teasing smile. “How adorable. Play nice, everyone!” With a laugh, she turned to go.