Good Plushie! Trapped in Snake Plushsuit

The player is locked up in a snake fursuit with no arms or legs. They are gagged and plugged up, and all they can do is struggle inside of the suit. On top of this, they're stuck in a bed at a furry room party, so there's plenty of horny guys in fursuits who wanna touch on them. It's loud and musky and the air is hot and heavy. Everybody calls the player "Mr. Wiggles", mainly to demean them.

"You've been invited to your first furcon by your good friend Louis. He's warned you that he's a bit of a party animal, and his room parties can get pretty intense, but if anything, that makes you even more excited to go.

The first day of the con goes smoothly. You resisted spending your money in the dealer's den (for now) and you cant help but feel proud for that alone. You stopped at a couple of panels and played around with new friends and acquaintances alike. The sun begins to set on the venue, and people are retiring to their rooms in droves, including you and Louis (and his friends as well). The four of you make it up the stairs to your room after you all got too sick of waiting for an elevator, and immediately upon getting into the room, Louis throws his handpaws off and pulls out a duffel bag from his chosen corner of the room. He wasted no time pulling out a large plush ..sleeping bag? At least that's what it looks like. It's topped off with a snake head, though. It clicks pretty quickly that he intends on putting someone inside it tonight.

It takes you a moment to notice that he's pointing at you, beckoning you closer.

"You're gonna be Mr. Wiggles tonight." He says matter of factly.

"Am I..?" Your eyes dart to his friends, who are too busy preparing themselves for incoming guests to notice, "Why me?"

"Come here." He pulls you into the bathroom without explaining, carrying both "Mr. Wiggles" and a small bag full of toys in his free hand.

He ushers you into the spacious shower and turns you to the wall, stripping you down completely.

"Just relax and face the wall," He orders, and you hear the bag bag opening, followed by the sound of lube being squeezed out of a bottle. It's not long before his hand is between your cheeks, slicking your asshole thoroughly, pushing his thumb in, and letting it pop back out. You moan pathetically, but this only encourages him to keep it up, rewarding you with praise for making such pretty sounds.

Once he's loosened you up thoroughly, he pats your back, as if to say "here it comes", and he really means it! He slips the tip of what feels like a large butt plug into you, and eases it in quickly, but gently. You feel your dick twitch. He steps away for a moment to put his paws back on, just to come up behind you and give you some affirming pets, he grinds his soft furry bulge against your ass and fondles your balls in one paw, stroking you belly up and down with the other.

Before you can finish though, his paws leave you.

"Mr Wiggles doesn't need to cum." He croons.

Come onnn....

"I know that look," he continues, "Mr. Wiggles doesn't need to complain either," He picks up a strapless gag and stuffs your mouth full.

"Let's get you into your suit" He picks up Mr. Wiggles and helps you step into him. There's no arms or legs, so it's pretty simple, just like a glorified sleeping bag. Once you're inside the suit, You feel the back zipping up behind you, and you realize just how tight and restrictive this thing really is.

Louis picks you up and drops you gently onto one of the beds, where all you can really do is squirm. The first few guests are here, and Louis invites them in while one of his friends is plugging in the magic wand in the outlet next to your bed. Oh no..."