Rubber-Bot P2 ::wip::

Saturday morning. Joseph wakes up late, the suit having made him sleep extra heavily. He wipes the sleep from his eyes with a yellow rubber finger and he yawns. The suit audibly yawns with him, and he smiles at the sound of his synthesized voice mimicking his human one.
“My, God, I, love, this, suit.” He slowly says. His speech sounds a bit more natural in rate, since he has had some time to practice the night before. He rolls slowly off the bed, trailing some of his blanket with him. He throws one leg off the bed and squeakily places it on the floor. He goes to throw off his other foot, but It’s been tangled in the sheets. He chuckles and unwraps the sheet from his foot before throwing the sheet back on his bed. He sits, careful of his rubber tail, and squeaks his other foot on the hardwood floor. He stretches and his suit creaks and squeaks as he stretches his well muscled abdomen and arms. He spreads out his toes and feels the suit stretch and groan as he stretches out his soft rubber feline body.
His member twitches as he moves and he takes notice of it.
“Heh. I, guess, I, should, cover, up. I, shouldn’t, cavalcade, about, the, house, naked.” He chuckles softly as he rises to his feet and walks to his dresser. He opens the second drawer on the mahogany bureau and pulls out a pair of black cotton boxer briefs. He bends over and steps into the black underwear, before pulling them up and tucking his equipment in. He runs a finger around the edges of the underwear on his leg, making sure the length of the shorts matched on both of his spotted rubber legs. He bends at the waist, his body squeaking as he touches his toes. His suit constricts against his back and legs, and he shivers from the feeling. The underwear slips into the crack of his rump as he folds.
He stands back up, feeling fresh and having stretched substantially. He beams, the suit doing the same and he sighs happily. He walks to his door and opens it, cherishing the feeling of the rubber against the knob of the door. He walks out the door and down the hall. He grips the banister of the stairs and plods downstairs, his feet rubbing and squeaking against every wooden step, his hand rubbing the banister. His rubber tail swings back and forth behind him joyously. He hops off the last step merrily and rounds the end of the banister. He walks into his kitchen and passes his dinner table. He walks over to the picture window, jutting out of the side of his kitchen. He takes the thin cord and pulls it, opening the shades, allowing the light of the sun to flood the dark room. He winces, and his suits ears fold back. He opens his eyes after a moment and he smiles, his ears resuming their usual spot on his head with a quick whiz.
“Oh, today’s, going, to, be, beautiful…” He states with an unconquerable grin.
The rest of the day goes by as if Joseph is in a rubber dream. The suits constant squeaking,8 his yellow rubber body, the creaky black spots all across his body, it was so amazing. He gets his mail in a flurry of squeaking, rubbing and shining rubber, glistening in the sun. He smiles uncontrollably. He feels amazing wearing this suit. It was like a second skin, although he really wished it was his skin. That was the entire reason he had bought the suit. He had never really felt comfortable in his skin. He hated to be in anything that didn’t cover him up. He was almost ashamed of his body because of it. This suit was a dream come true, even if it was just a suit that made him look like a jaguar. He didn’t care. A suit was better than nothing at all.
The evening comes, Joseph having never taken off the suit the entire day. It was the best day he had had in a very long time. It was like Halloween, but he could make it so every time he put on the suit, and he had the desire to make this holiday happen whenever he could. The last order of business for his day was a movie. He had received a movie in the mail from his online movie queue. He pops the movie in and reclines on his leather sofa. The suit creaks and pulls against the leather, but he gets acclimated despite all the pulling and tugging he has to do. The movie puts the suit through all its paces. The movie scares him, the suit reacts with him, it makes him laugh, the suit laughs, he chokes up, the suit acts sad as well. The movie ends and Josephs ears droop a little. He turns and looks to the clock on the DVD player. It’s 12:35 AM. He yawns and smiles.
“A, wonderful, day.” He says. He doesn’t feel much like moving. He turns off all the lights downstairs save for one, and squeaks up the stairs to his sanctuary. He flops on the bed, and grasps his pillow. He takes it and retreats back downstairs. He sits back down on the couch and rearranges himself until he is comfortable on the creaky leather couch, then sighs happily. He flips the light off near the couch and curls up. He’s soon fast asleep, a rubber jaguar in slumber.