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When Fantasy Becomes Reality

"C'mon, Max! Let me see, let me see!" Jack leant over to try and see the object Max was hiding from him, in the brown paper bag from the fetish shop. "No way dude! Like hell I'm going to show it to you!" Max glared at him, and clutched the paper bag even tighter, hiding it inside his jacket. "Aww man, you're no fun..." Jack pouted. Jack was your average high school guy, although a bit on the jock side - he worked out in the gym, and he liked to show it off. Max, on the other hand - a sophomore at the same high school as Jack, although in another class, was the opposite. Thin and lanky. Nerdy.

Max didn't even know why he'd agreed to go with Jack into the fetish store. But he had, and once he'd been in there, he immediately fell in love with the latex clothing. While Jack had been preoccupied by looking at sexy costumes for his girlfriend, Max had been checking out the latex wear. And before long, he found a pair of shorts, which he hastily bought while Jack was still occupied. No way in hell was he going to show them to Jack, especially since this particular pair of shorts had a butt plug crafted on the inside. Shaped like a feline's cock, complete with soft barbs. He wasn't ever going to tell jack about his furry fetish. About his fursonas, anything about the furry community at all. No, Jack must never know. Or he'd never hear the end of it.

Once they arrived back at the dorm, Max smiled and waved at Jack as he walked down to his room. He was giddy to try on the shorts - and Jack would be preoccupied with training for at least three hours from now, so he'd have plenty of time to play with himself, to really test out how much better everything would feel, wearing the shorts while he browsed for furry porn.

So once he got into his room, he locked the door and drew the curtains. Booting up his computer, he threw off his shirt, then his pants. He could already feel his groin stirring, just from the mere thought of what it would be like to wear those shorts. As he opened up his web browser, he got rid of his boxers, and when he opened his favorite furry website, he got out the brown paper back. Mouth dry with anticipation, he got out his new shorts, shivering at the smell of the new latex. It went straight to his groin, and his dick twitched with the scent.

Smiling, Max proceeded to pull on his new shorts, shivering with the slick feel of the latex lying snugly against his skin. Once he had them all the way up to his butt, he reached into the drawer of his nightstand, got out his lube, and slicked up the butt plug inside, quivering in anticipation. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, feeling each and every barb along the surface, he pushed it inside himself, moaning softly. His hips twitched when it was buried all the way inside, the tip just gently nudging his prostate. A broad grin on his face, he pulled the shorts up all the way, and repositioned his package, sighing in comfort with the snug fit.

Shorts now in place, he continued through his favorite furry porn, onwards to all the tigers he had hidden in his stash. Licking his lips unconsciously, one hand travelled down to gently rub, squeeze and pull at the bulge his dick made in the briefs, and whenever he saw a male tiger enter someone, he writhed his hips to feel the plug filling him up even better, moaning softly with the combined sensations as shivers of pure lust and pleasure swept over him. Eventually, he started getting really hot, but he paid it no heed - sweat was natural during these sessions, after all, so he continued, moaning as he pleasure seemed to increase, even as his bulge shrunk a little. He never noticed the shrinkage; he just kept on rubbing himself, lost in fantasies of the big cats in the art that flashed before him on-screen.

While Max was lost in his fantasies, something weird started happening in real life. The shorts he was wearing looked as if they were melting, the latex liquefying and slowly spreading in all directions. It seemed to spread over his legs the fastest, and when the blackness crept over his feet, he began to feel rather funny. His feet went completely numb, and then he felt - and heard - a series of cracking noises, from his feet, ankles and knees. When he looked down, he yelped in shock - before his very eyes, his thighs were shortening, his feet lengthening and stretching out... Into paws. Feline paws. The big, strong paws of a big cat, and when he flexed his new paws, long claws made from the same latex material that had taken over his legs, emerged. He stared dumbfounded at what looked like a rubber tiger's legs, unable to comprehend that they were indeed his legs now.

He cries out when his pleasure input doubles, as if the plug in his ass was lengthening and thickening, spreading him wider and wider. He had no clue that that was indeed what was happening; the plug was spreading inside him, latex claiming his bowels as well as it had claimed his legs, and it was by now massaging his prostate gland, spreading him wider, to keep him docile with pleasure while it worked on him, fulfilling its purpose. He feels a sense of release when something shoves itself out the end of his tailbone, long and slim - then he realizes it's his own tail. As perfect, sleek and smooth as the rest of the latex covering his lower half.

The latex finally wins him over on its side when it spreads upwards, enveloping his nipples and squeezing them tightly. He doesn't know where he is or what's happening anymore, he only knows that it feels too good to ever stop this again. When the latex has covered his entire chest, up to his armpits, he suddenly feels a greater sense of pleasure from his nipples than just before, and a building pressure - when he looks down, he gasps, seeing his very own flesh and skin push out behind the latex, the latex forcing his body into new shapes as he grew his own pair of perky breasts. As his hands went up to cup the mounds, he moaned aloud, never noticing the increasing compressing force of the latex around his waist, as tight as a corset, reshaping him to have a wasp-like waist and wide hips, his hipbones creaking as they widened for his new intended purpose.

When the latex reaches his throat, his voice changes - a growly, raspy tone enters his voice, but at the same time, it grows lighter - more feminine, his moans fading off into soft, girlish whines. The blackness covers his head in one big surge, and he's rendered deaf and blind for a while, as he feels his personality slowly slipping away... His jaw extends into a muzzle, his ears gets pulled to the top of his head and enlarged, and in moments, he sports the head of a female tiger. The latex finally spreads down his arms, covering his hands. His fingers shorten slightly, thickens up as paw pads protrude from the palm of his hands - but he isn't concerned about that right now. No, there is a different... Wet feeling now... One paw wanders down between his legs, only to discover the last of his penis withering away under the latex, pulling his testicles with it, leaving a clean, smooth, flat expanse of skin where his penis and testicles used to be. When his fingers travel further down, however, he mewls loudly as a finger slips inside a new, wet passage - his very own vagina. Now no longer a he, she surrendered to the newfound pleasure, her eyes closed as she furiously masturbated, never noticing the door opening or the owner of the fetish shop entering.

"Now, my pet... Let's see what you're capable of..." He snickers, and drops his pants.