Symmetrically bound, surrounded on all sides by thick, inflated chambers. Straitjackets, breather masks, squeezed against the central bubble by the several around them. Their hindlegs perched against each other, so that their strongest means of struggle is channelled into the useless direction of pushing off each other, only for the inevitable pressure to overcome their effort, and press the thick padding of their diapersuits back together. The pressure triggers the vibrating, stroking, kneading action of the thick, squishy wet puff, keeping them pressed against the edge of climax, fogging their minds even more as time dissolves in their padded, puffy perma prison~