You make it out, but the suit keeps you for itself.

The tightness of the suit is pretty incredible and feels amazing. You struggle back to your feet and keep walking.

Thankfully the suit seems happy with its recent offering and keeps your arousal at a minimum. That said, every step you make ensures a pleasurable sensation.

You slowly retrace your steps in the Latex Forest, avoiding various critters big and small while trying to keep your arousal down.

At one point you had to run and dodge the floating latex cross again, your hiding spot was great, and there were some more rocks there. After the cross had floated away again, you grabbed a rock and started scratching the suit. It immediately responded as before, but this time the **** of your orgasm scared you, causing you to cum uncontrollable inside it.

Left breathless and with no energy it took you several minutes to slowly realise your suit was now much thicker and stronger all around you.

"Damn it.." you mutter.

You felt a tight grip around the base of your cock that seemed to jerk you off as you continued walking, but thankfully bouts of ecstasy seemed uncommon.

You continue moving, at one point you were grabbed by a bunch of vines sprouting up from the ground, held down and abused but they soon let you go after failing to remove your web suit.

You turn a corner and discover a clearing.

"Maybe my magic will work here?" you think.

You walk out into the middle of the field and manage to teleport back home!

***

Unfortunately you never managed to get free of the silk zentai that encased you so perfectly. You tried again and again, and each time ended in such a powerful orgasm you were left breathless every time.

It continued to torment you, every movement you made aroused you, its determination to make you cum was relentless.

You slowly went mad, your friends and family abandoned you, sick of hearing how obsessed you were with your predicament.

Slowly you turned into a vegetable as you gave in and started deliberately attempting to escape. About 4 or 5 escape attempts per day were all that you could muster, each and ever time the suit made you cum harder and harder. It kept feeding itself, eventually covering your body completely and expanding out into an ever growing ball of spider web.

Caught in the middle of it you could do nothing but feed it as much seed as you could.

Someone eventually rolled your completely encased form into the middle of the woods, forgotten and abandoned, the magic of the webs sustained you, and your orgasmic energy sustained it.