A Dream is a Dream
written by Skye McCloud
"That will be ten dollars," the cashier announced after he tallied up my total. "I must say, you certainly have a unique sense of style if you're interested in this outfit."
"Well, yeah, I just thought it looked pretty cool," I stated with as much nonchalance as I could possibly muster. Never mind the raging hard-on I was currently experiencing as I thought of myself pulling my 'new' ensemble on. I popped into the local thrift store on a whim after a few tedious errands; sometimes they have some pretty cool things, and sometimes I come home with a shirt, or pants, or whatever the case may be. Today I was coming home with a sleek, sexy outfit made entirely out of rubber. I couldn't believe I found something like this, and I couldn't believe the price was only ten dollars!
"Well, have fun," he said as he handed me my bag before turning to his next customer.
"Oh, you bet I will," I grinned before sprinting out of there to my car. After a few moments of fumbling with my keys I tossed the bag onto the front seat. I knew it would be a long trip home despite being only three blocks away.
As soon as I got home I raced through my apartment, and closed the door. Not that I expected anyone, but I wasn't going to take any chances. I wanted to experience this for myself, with no intrusions. Almost ritualistic if you will. I eyed the bag in my hands hungrily, and pulled the beautiful garments from them. It was an unusual navy blue and white-striped rubber outfit consisting of a pair of briefs, a hooded shirt, and gloves and socks, but it was more than that. The briefs had a tail attached to it, and the socks and gloves were shaped into paws. Even the shirt's hood had a pair of cat ears on it. To me it was more than an outfit; it was a fantasy come to reality.
After a few moments of admiration I frantically tore off my own clothing. I tossed the 'lesser' clothing aside, and held the briefs up before me. They were a little heavy, but they seemed to be really comfortable-looking, nonetheless. A boyish grin spread across my face as I noted the front of the briefs; they came with a pouch made specifically to hold one's crotch, and it was shaped like a feline's sheath. The afternoon sunlight glistened upon them tantalizingly, practically begging to wrap itself around me. I could only comply, and so I slipped my legs into them, and slid them up my slender frame. After a few adjustments my cock peeked out from the 'sheath' of my new briefs. No. My rubbery cock peeked out of my new rubber sheath. Yes, I was a beautiful rubber kitty.
I couldn't stop smiling as my imagination began to run wild with the scenario. I turned around to peek at my ass, and noticed just how perfectly the briefs molded to my asscheeks. It was absolutely breathtaking. The tail flinched slightly in the afternoon breeze, as if it was acknowledging my own happiness. No, my tail wagged slightly, because of how happy I was. Yes, much better.
I pulled out the next bit of clothing; the shirt. It was midriff, sleeveless, and even had a hood on it. I slipped it over my head, and pulled it down as far as it would go. My nipples hardened slightly as I caressed my rubber-clad chest, and marveled in the mirror at my own reaction. I slipped the hood up until the cat ears sat perfectly on my own head, and giggled at my own reflection. Already I was hooked! I slipped the hood back down, and pulled the next few items over. I pulled on each 'sock' and 'glove,' giving myself brand new rubber paws. How delicious I looked.
After a few moments of staring at my reflection I found myself gripping my own girth through the rubbery briefs. No, my own crotch with my paw. Yes, I groped myself, and sighed contentedly. I brought my other paw around the side of my legs to gently tease my asshole, begging for compliance. How willing I found my body to be today; my cock extended out of my sheath, and precum seemingly drooled out of it. I knew the reality was that it was just a hard-on in a pair of rubber shorts, but why not indulge my fantasy? I was drooling pre-cum everywhere.
With the fantasy pronounced in my mind I hopped onto my bed, and knelt down upon it. I spread my legs apart, and could feel my own footpaws cupping against my buttcheeks. Rubber against rubber was such a beautiful feeling. As I teased my cock through the rubber briefs my mind began to set adrift in my own little world. I was a captive love slave for the lion tribe, and I had to please my master by cumming for him. Frequently. Then I was a trapped tiger all alone in the world, and I would meet the only person who ever cared about me, and he would fondle me every day. Fantasy after fantasy raced through my mind, and with each new fantasy the longing for a life that was more than human kept burning my soul. I never wanted to take off the only outfit that made me feel like I belonged.
I stroked a paw along the length of the rubbery tail, and felt my own breath hitch. Well, of course I would, it was my tail, after all. And it was very sensitive; the slightest touch would cause an instant hard-on for me. I loved to stroke its furry length, and I loved to feel it between my legs. It's a bit submissive, but that's how I always was. Obeying, and belonging to someone. Sometimes I would stick my tail up my asshole, just because I needed something long and phallic up there. It was comforting, really.
I fawned over every inch of my girth, enjoying the feeling of it gripped in my rubbery paws. I brought a paw to my mouth, and suckled gently on my fingers. How I loved the taste of my own rubbery fur. I grinded against my own paw, and could feel my breathing getting more erratic and ragged. I was giving myself over to pleasure, to fantasy. I was a dirty little rubber kitty, and I needed to be taught a lesson. I could practically see my lion master hovering over me, prodding me to pump harder, to please him longer, and to take his own cock in my mouth and drink from his proverbial fountain. I wanted it so badly! As I fondled myself, and let my mind play through all of the kinkiest, most-desperate thoughts in my mind, I could feel a slight bit of wetness upon my skin. I didn't pay any attention to it; sweat is natural during a rousing session of self-satisfaction. But my body began to feel wetter and wetter, so I pulled myself away from my own thoughts long enough to realize the clothing was melting upon me. I glanced around, and realized that it wasn't melting; it was expanding. The rubber oozed over my skin, leaving delicate trails of the navy blue pattern across my flesh. My mind was lost in the moment of jerking off, so I continued to do so as my eyes kept watching the liquid rubber flow across my body.
My legs felt slippery, and I lifted my body up slightly to see what was going on around me; the rubber on my ass dripped over my legs, and coated them in more navy blue rubber. The white stripe pattern remained consistent throughout my legs, my arms; even my stomach gained a precise pattern of 'fur.' I continued to stroke away, happily musing to myself that my dream was coming true. I had no idea what was reality anymore; my world decided that this was reality. I knelt back down into my own slippery mess, and toyed and teased my rubber kitty cock. I glanced at my own reflection, and could see my body had become engulfed in the shiny, rubbery pattern of my new clothing. Only my head really looked human, but that was easy enough to ignore. I threw my head back, and simply purred as I felt my orgasm approaching.
But something was wrong. I was covered in this sticky liquid. This wasn't right. This felt too real for it to be a fantasy. I wasn't some tiger slave cumming for my master. I wasn't a cat. No, I was human, and the liquid rubber around me wasn't supposed to be real. I wasn't supposed to feel this!
But I kept stroking off. I couldn't stop myself. My hands were desperate to stop myself, but my body wouldn't respond to my own reactions. It gripped my cock tightly, and roughly pumped up and down my shaft. The rubber tail was wrapped underneath my legs, and the tip was caressing my rubber-clad balls. I couldn't stop myself from cumming. I was going to cum into the shorts, and the rubber was dripping all around me, and I just couldn't stop myself.
I moaned.
I cummed.
It was supposed to squish into the briefs, but it flowed right through them.
The cum dripped and pooled onto my bed.
What was going on?
I laid down on my bed wondering how I came through the briefs. I looked over my body; every inch was covered in a thick layer of navy blue rubber. I couldn't understand what had happened. Did I become rubber? Did my dream come true? How was this possible?
Then I felt it. A lick. Just a simple little lick on the back of my neck. I turned around, and the hood of my shirt had a face on it. I recognized the face, but I couldn't place it. It licked my nose. And then wrapped its mouth around my head, and engulfed me completely. It had taken me over.
Sweet serenity.
I was free from my human life.
A beautiful lie.
It's time to wake up.
~<>~
"It's time to wake up."
The voice was monotone, and boring. I peeked an eyelid open before rolling over again.
"It's time to wake up, Casey."
"No," I mumbled.
"Casey, your pleasure stimulus mode setting was overridden by your own sensory stasis mode."
I grumbled, and sat up in bed. My white rubber bodysuit clung to my furry body tightly, showing off years of my own fitness training. The bright lights of my quarters did nothing less than cause a bright reflection off of it. Circuitry flowed up and down the length of the short suit; it constantly kept my vital systems in check in concert with the robot hovering around me. I never had a moment to myself.
I glowered at it. "You mean I stopped jerking off, and I fell asleep afterwards?"
"Your described terms are unknown to me, Casey," my robotic partner stated. I swear it understood sarcasm at times like this.
"Whatever," I mumbled as I stood up, and looked myself over in the mirror. Same ol' Casey, like always. Nothing ever changed; not even a dream could make me feel any different. My navy blue fur was enhanced by beautiful white stripes; my assigned bodysuit clung against my toned feline body delicately. I could feel the power in my bodysuit; it awaited my every command. I could also feel the power in my stiff morning wood. Whether or not the dream and desire still lingered, the feeling had long since passed once I realized I was back in my own boring reality.
"Dress me," I sharply instructed of my bodysuit, and within moments it had morphed into a simple rubber midriff hoodie and matching pants. Everything was sterile here. Everything was white. I stuck out like a sore thumb against the crowd of furless ones here. The humans. I swear I'm more of a test subject to them than I am a peer.
I headed to my door, but lingered for a moment. What would life be like if I was one of the furless ones? Would I be pretending I was what I am now?
I sighed. Another boring day was set to begin.