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James, fair skinned, muscular, dark black hair, brown eyes, your run of the mill slightly jockish human, sits in his history class. The teacher droning on about the importance of it. His laptop is flipped open, his fingers tapping away as he takes his notes. His gaze moves between the teacher and her presentation, to his computer and to a chair in the back corner of the room that is empty.

“Where is she? She’s been late for our Monday morning class for the last four weeks,” he thinks as over the soft mumbles of his fellow classmates he hears the door in the back of the room crack open. A tug on his mind causes him to turn his head just enough to see his sister Jane crouched down, her green backpack wrapped around her as she sneaks into the class.

Out of one eye James can see the teacher glance at her but gives the look of, “Why bother,” while James' other eye can’t stop looking at his twin sister, there was just something different about her. Something nagging in his mind, like looking at two images that look the exact same except for one key detail but is unable to figure out what. Something about her was telling him something is wrong, maybe it’s the extra layer of clothes she’s wearing despite it being early fall? That is part of it but that isn’t it.

Eventually he breaks the stare and resumes his trio of movement, teacher, keyboard, sister, teacher, keyboard, sister, “She’s going to fail the class if she keeps this up,” he thinks as she doesn’t even open her book but quickly starts to talk to one of her newly found friends, a rather peculiar female rubber purple orca with a soft gray belly and pink where the grey meets the purple.

It was one of those rubber people he’s heard so much about growing up, but it wasn’t till he and his sister moved here to attend the university he has never seen one before. Apparently, this town has a sizable community of rubber people. Open, friendly, expressive about their intimate nature. They lived their lives like everyone else, attending school, holding down a job, but yet they were so different. Anthropomorphic people with a latex sheen, rubber skin, it was just so strange to see, that he remembers when he and his sister first saw one a few months ago, his sister just could not stop staring at it, and now one of her friends is one.

The class ends, James closes his laptop, slipping it into his backpack and attempts to make his way over to his sister but she’s gone in a blink of an eye. He looks down the halls, trying to figure where she could have gone off so quickly when his friend Greg approaches him.

“Hey you see your sister?” he asks.

“Yeah I did.”

“So what’s the deal with it?”

“Deal with what?” he asks looking at his friend inquisitively.

“You know.”

“Know what?”

“You can’t tell me you don’t know, I sat nearby her in class, it's obvious.”

“What’s obvious?”

“That she’s into those rubber creatures.”

“She talks to a few yeah, but nothing wrong with that I think. I’m not her chaperone, despite being a few minutes older than her, she’s never listened to anything I have to say.”

“Come on, don’t play dumb.”

“Play dumb with what?”

“You seriously don’t know she’s becoming one?”

James looks at his friend as he stares at him for a good five, ten seconds as his mind processes what was said, “What?”

“Her skin, its has a distinct gloss to it. You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed. You live with her.”

“I live with her but I haven’t seen her in the past three days. She likes to wander off on the weekends and then show up late to a 9 am class.”

“You can’t be serious. How can you not notice?”

“Look you are probably mistaken. She had some kind of makeup on or something.”

“So, what’s it like having a sister in transition?”

Jame glares at him, “I don’t know anything. Why don’t you just drop it, okay?” he asks aggressively.

“Okay, okay, sheez, can’t blame a guy for being curious. I hear at those clubs those critters have unrestricted sex and orgies….” Greg says as he trails off.

“If it sounds so nice why don’t you go and find out?”

“What me? No way am I going to become one of those things. Be a walking rubber sex object like that. No way, no how.”

“I’m going to be late for class, catch you later?”

“Yeah sure, and when you find out more, let me know.”

“There is nothing to find out, so just drop it…. I have to go, I’ll be late for my next class,” James says as he waves his hand goodbye to his friend, not giving him much time to respond as he rushes off to the next class, as the back of his mind is swimming in what he said, and that nagging gut feeling that is trying to tell him exactly what he doesn’t want to know.

Like a bug crawling along his back that he just can’t reach, what happened just bothered him. Eating at him and when he gets home, to his little apartment. Third floor on a upper lower class, nothing looks new, worn, some flakey bits of paint here, worn out rug, the door creaks as he has to put a little bit of force to get the door open, but everything at least works. If it's broken it gets fixed in an almost timely manner, but at least it's fixed.

After popping something quick into the microwave he pulls up a raised chair by the dual purpose kitchen table, kitchen countertop. His backpack lands against the side with a thud as he ruffles through some books and cracks them open, his back turned to the apartment entrance in the kitchen, “She’s not going to hide this time, once she’s here she’ll speak up,” James thinks as he gets to work, nabbing his food a few minutes after it dings in the microwave, idly eating it while he works. Hours pass and even when James has nothing left to work on he remains, his fingers run across the pages of the history book, hand tapping across the pages as he flinches when he hears the door click and slowly creak open. He quickly glances at the time then back to his book, his head leaning against one hand as he hears her first foot steps into the room.

“Home late again,” James remarks as he doesn’t even look at her.

“Hey, you know I’d call but my phone was dead. Been out with a bunch of friends and we were just having a wonderful time. You should really cut loose a bit and join in,” she says quickly as a strange noise hits his ears, a faint scent that stood out to everything else in the room wafted across his nostrils with each deep annoyed breath.

“Tell me, if I turn around, I am not going to be surprised.”

“Surprised? Surprised by what?” she asks as she tries to squeak past him but stops cold when he suddenly turns around his brown eyes looking into her blue for only a brief moment before she looks away as James looks over her. Her slick smooth shiny skin darkened red.

“What about that?” he asks as he points to her skin.

“What about it?” she responds as she pulls her arm closer to her body, only revealing her fingernails are less rounded than they used to be, they are now pointer, like pseudo claws.

“You disappear for days on end, show up late for class if not at all. We barely started college this isn’t high school where you can goof off and just squeak by with minimal effort.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“I have no doubt about that, but what kind of care is what is concerning me. You tell me nothing, you run off, and now I hear rumors of what you’ve been doing and you come home and well just look at you.”

“What’s wrong with the way I look?”

“You look less… uh human?”

“And?”

“And? What do you mean and? That’s not something that just happens.”

“It is if you want it to happen.”

“Want it to happen? What are you talking about.”

“I found some rather nice people who are letting me discover who I want to be.”

“Some rubber person thing?”

“They aren’t things just people like you and me who want to enjoy life like they want to. Nothing wrong with that.”

Jame sits back in the chair and can’t help but look at her for a moment, the sleek look of her skin, the new curves that weren’t there before, and something about her face felt not quite human but how, he couldn’t put his finger on it. Like a realistic painting of a face that was just almost perfect to be fooled for the real thing but not enough.

“And what are you going to do? Just continue to be changed into whatever it is you are changing into?”

“Yes. And it is a wonderful experience, I recommend anyone should try it. I wish at least you could be more supportive about it.”

“Supportive? You drop this on my lap without warning and expect me to be okay with it? I don’t even want to know how you will explain this to our parents, and don’t expect me to do it. I’m not going to say a damn thing about it to them.”

“You won’t?”

“No. They would go crazy and drag us back home or something. You know how worried mom gets and how overbearing father is. They wouldn’t pay for any college for us unless it was the same place just so there be someone we both knew someone there.”

“That was so annoying!” Jane exclaims as she stomps her foot.

“Tell me about it… so why don’t you stop hiding from me and tell me about this a bit more?”

“Alright. I go hang out with some like minded folks, they are fully rubbered, and they show me their world and as they do I am joining them. They have a nice club in town called the ‘Sleek Hide’ you should come sometime, it's rather fun. It's just so… wonderful.”

“I see… look how about we make a little deal hmm?”

“Oh no, you tell me what it is first then I’ll decide. I am not falling for accepting the deal then you telling me what it is again.”

“We were ten, I am not going to pull that on you.”

“Suuure.”

James rolls his eyes, “You stop coming late to class and you know do your work, and I won’t harp on what you are doing. If it makes you feel good and happy with who you are, great. I can’t see why, and frankly I think this is a bad decision, but I am not Mom and Dad, you are who you are, but I won’t let you throw away your education in the process. Sound like a fair deal?”

Jane looks at him for a moment a smile creeps along her face as she nods, “Sounds fine by me.”

“Let's shake on it,” he says as he holds out his hand.

“Only because it will make you feel better,” she replies as they shake. Jame feels his sister’s hand feels slick, smooth, with a bit of friction like highly polished rubber.

“Mom and Dad are going to kill us when they find out,” he thinks.

“It's going to be wonderful when Mom and Dad freak out when they see the new me,” Jane thinks as they shake hands.

“Need anything to eat?” James asks as he turns towards his book.

“I ate not too long ago.”

“Alright, I’ll just… do something I guess, I finished studying.”

“You should really go out more.”

“I’ll go out when I can and want to.”

“Sure you will, see you tomorrow brother,” Jane says as she waves him off and heads down the hall to her room.

Jame takes a deep breath and sighs softly and remarks, “This is going to be a very long semester.”

For the remainder of the week, things were going okay. Greg amongst others, people whom he has never spoken before have been pestering him about questions his sister. Time and time again he told them “Why don’t you ask her” but when he brought up that suggestion it was like asking them such a thing was taboo of some kind. Then came the weekend and like before there was no sign of his sister during the entire thing, only the text saying.

“Be gone weekend. I will be fine. See you Monday.”

Monday came, and surprise, surprise Jane wasn’t there, what made matters worse was she didn’t even show up late for the class and that orca that she always talk to at the class wasn’t here either.

“Jane… we shook on it,” James thinks as he leaves the class.

“Tell me…” Greg says as he approaches him.

“What is it Greg?”

“What’s with that tone?”

“You’re going to ask about my sister again aren’t you?”

“Actually I was going to tell you about her. I think I saw her last night.”

“You think you saw her?” James asks as he lifts an eyebrow.

“Yeah, she looks way different, so it was hard to tell.”

“Different? How different? She looked mostly human when I saw her Friday.”

“You haven’t seen her at all since then?”

“Nope.”

“Oh… hmmm, let's just say she looks a lot more red, black? And not clothed as much as she used to. She looked kinda hot actually bu--.”

“What?!”

“She barely had anything on her. Short, shorts, a bra? The basic legal minimum, if even that. With a tail, and very dragon like features.”

“A dragon?”

“Well she had no wings, but either that or some kind of lizard.”

James stands there for a moment.

“James? James? You okay?”

“I’m going to go home now.”

“Home?”

“Yeah, my classes will survive if I miss a day,” he remarks.

“Want me to come with? I can tell you a bit more on what I found.”

“No!.... No, I just want to be alone,” James says as Greg takes a step back.

“Okay… catch you later then,” Greg responds as he walks away. James rushes back home, his mind racing on everything just transpired. His heart races as he feels his blood pressure rise as goes over it more and more. Pulling out his phone he sends out a text… and another, and another to his sister, each ending with a resounding silence.

“She broke her promise. How could she? Just betray my trust like that. How difficult could it be just to show up for class, that isn’t so hard!” he thinks as he gets home, the door slamming behind him as he tosses his backpack off to the side landing with a soft thud.

“She still hasn’t responded. Greg saw her so she has to be okay… I think… I hope… what if something did happen to her? What if she was abducted for her new life choices?” he asks himself as he freezes for a moment, his heart pounds harder, heavier as he feels a weight in the pit of his stomach, “I have heard of people against those rubber creatures, what if they attacked her? I…” he mumbles as he hears a soft thud coming from down the hall, “am such an idiot. She’s been here the whole time.”

James’ eyes narrow as he rushes down the hall and slams open the door, “Where have you beeeeeeaaeennnn?!” James exclaims as the world just stops before him. Laying on her bed is a rubber padded red cushioned mound, her hands and feet were slipped into round inflated cushions that hold her arms and legs completely still. The inflated rubber wrapped around her extremities halfway to her elbows and to her knees. The mound saddle device, holds her tightly, arching her back showing off her black rubber breasts which are smooth and scaled at the same time.

They were held in place by a silver smooth corset that wraps around her belly and around her breasts letting them poke through. They were at least a size and a half larger than they used to be, her nipples perked as a soft moan escapes from her draconic lips. Her head was elongated, snout, with red rubber scales and black horned ridge jutting from the back. Her head leaning all the way back showing off her black scaled neck that met up with the red scales of her main body with a pink outline where the black and red rubber scales met that was at least half an inch to an inch in width depending on where the meeting was on her body.

Despite the device holding her chest, her belly was easily shown revealing the curved figure black scale belly and red scale hips. Her legs were spread revealing her supple, tight draconic sex which was currently being pierced and filled by a clear tubed tentacle slowly flowing a white rubbery substance into her body. The same for her tight butt, but her head, with its thrown back it looks like she is red draconic dildo shoved into her mouth, slowly pumping in and out as her red forked tongue swirled around it as she suckled and slurped it. More moans escaping her mouth as her eyes are rolled back into her head only showing parts of the now golden look of her eyes. Her nostrils flared, her sex tensed, her body gently jerked against the bondage causing it to wiggle ever so lightly as she looked she was in some kind of catatonic state.

“Jane are you okay?!” James exclaims as he stumbles forward rushing over to her, his feet catching up on themselves as he suddenly finds himself flung on top of her, his hands reach to brace themselves as he feels the warmth slick rubbery feeling of Jane’s breasts underneath his hands.

His body shivers with an energy that sparks from her mounds to his soft flesh as Jane lets out a half dazed moan. His hands squeeze upon her breasts instinctively as a surge of energy flows from her to him, the jolt causes him to push back as the energy swirls through his form causing him to shiver and twitch as a twinge of arousal builds within his loins.

“I...I…” he stumbles back his body hitting the door as Jane lets out another moan her pupils dilating as James reaches for the door and slips away slamming the door shut as Jane blinks and focuses a bit looking around with her eyes before shrugging with a soft moan to return her state of bliss, while James rushes to his room just down the hall and slams the door shut.

“W-what was that?” he mutters to himself as he feels a weight on his chest, his hands shaking as lands on his bed with a thud and a squeak, his body bouncing just a little, “I’ll… just wait till she wakes up then ask her what that was… yeah that’s what I’ll do…”

James hears a rumble down the hall. Jumping from his bed he wanders forward as he sees Jane… or what he thinks to be Jane. The tall slender, wingless rubber dragon, with a black rubber scaled chest and belly, red backside and arms, with a pink stripe wherever the two opposing colors clash. Rummaging through the cabinet as she remarks, “So damn hungry… nothing in here to really eat except ramen… blah,” she remarks, her tail swishes behind her as she stands on her clawed toes.

“J-jane?” Jame stutters as he stares over his shiny rubber like sister. His mouth open as he moves closer as she turns her snouted dragon head in his direction.

“James you’re up! How are you doing?”

“Jane.. what happened to you?”

“Its wonderful isn’t it? I feel so much better having let go of my humanity,” she replies with a beaming draconic smile, “But I’ve been absolutely… what’s that word… begins with an f.. Not fame.. Fami.. famal….”

“Famished?”

“Yes! That’s it!” she exclaims as she bounces on her feet as she turns to him her tail bumping into the counter, “Oops, I really have to be mindful of this thing, it really sneaks up on me.”

“Jane what happened?” he asks as he goes over to her and holds her by the arms. He feels a tingle rush down his spine as he feels her smooth warm rubbery arms against the palms of his hands.

“I became who I am, I became me. Shouldn’t you be happy?”

“Jane.. what was that I saw you in?” he asks as Jane simply smiles.

“Oh that? That helps me sleep and charge. It feels absolutely amazing. You would not believe it.”

“You looked like you were in some kind of… drug induced state or something. Are there drugs in this?”

“Drugs? No, unless you call it the drug of life. If so I am high on that!” she giggles as she leans in, “You should try it.”

“Jane I…” he says as his gaze focuses on that smile before quickly looking away to her soft supple breasts. Those scaled breasts made that sensation in the back of his mind grow, his heart raced as he brought Jane closer to him.

“James… what is it?”

“I just never realized how… wonderful you look,” he says as he brings himself closer to her, his head pushes in so his lips can meet hers. Jane twitches at first her hands pulling back for only a moment before she leans in, her tongue slick and forked slipping into his mouth as her arms wrap around his body as she replies.

“Oh James…”

James shoots up from his bed in a cold sweat. His breaths labored as he looks around his room to find it is only him there, “Not again…” he remarks as he glances at the time, “Might as well get up,” as he slips out of bed stretching as his shorts bulge, “Get back down, you are not to enjoy that,” he grumps as he gets ready for the day.

Sitting down in the kitchen he pours himself a bowl of cereal. Jane a few moments later practically bounces on in as she softly sings, “Friday, Friday the best of all days… except for Saturday and Sunday.”

“Yes it's Friday, that’s when you go out with your other friends isn’t it?” James asks as he looks at her, the rubber dragon clothed in newly bought clothing that just barely made her street legal.

“I try to do that everyday but today I can really go and have some fun,” she replies with a smile as he makes herself a bowl of cereal. She sits down with a soft squeak, taking a few bites as James watches her in silence. Jane looks down at her breakfast then up at him, down and up again, “You’re still mad for Monday aren’t you?” she asks as her rubber draconic ear fins droop slightly.

“More like disappointed.”

“Look I explained I needed it to be moved in, and it was the only time it could be done.”

“And you using it?”

“I had to make sure it worked… then I lost track of time,” she replies as she looks away.

“Sure you did,” he remarks as he looks at the time, “I should get ready… and so should you,” he states as he slides from his chair which almost topples over in the process.

“You know when I said you could escort me to the first class for the rest of the week as an apology, I didn’t think you'd’ take me up on it,” she replies as James drops his bowl into the sink before heading down the hall as he yells.

“You should know me better than that by now!”

“Yeah I should,” she yells back, “Oh Mom and Dad are so going to kill me but I don’t care,” she thinks with a smile.

Being nearly a week since Jane fully revealed herself as the rubber dragon, and after the initial shock from people around her, which James was all to able to see during his daily escorting of her to class, things started to calm down, at least a little bit. People would go up and question her, and ask for hinting for lewd services o from her which James quickly shot down with either a fierceful glance or a set of choice of harsh words.

One such person commented, “Geez, didn’t know you had it all to yourself.”

“She is not an it. She is my sister!”

“... eeeh, whatever gets you on.”

“I.. you…” James would stammer as Jane squeezed his hand.

“Don’t mind him. He isn’t my type and is not worth getting frustrated over, lets get to class,” she’d softly say as she’d guided him that day to class. Today though was uneventful, but as James sat in his chair and Jane hers something tingled in the back of James mind. A thought? A curiosity? It was there all week ever since… He tried to deny the thought but now it was Friday it was back in force.

“My class gets out before hers… I could just… no, no I couldn’t just do that, but I do need to see if she’s going to all her classes… yeah. I don’t want to see her cutting her last class just because I am not there to babysit her. I should go just to be sure,” he thinks as he glances back at her, as she’s busy talking to that orca friend of hers.

Soon enough the first class comes and goes, James and Jane go their separate ways but like all good things, classes comes to an end for Jame and he heads off to where he hopes to find his sister. The class is just outside a little study nook where large window panes let in the mid afternoon day’s sun. Long tables with six chairs each at them where students are doing anything and everything except study… save for one, and that wasn’t James.

He pulls up his history book and blocks his head from the direction of the class. He compulisionary checks the time on his phone as he waits… and waits… then the class ends and second person out is his sister. Smiling, chatting it up with that orca who leaves just as quickly down the hall, “I didn’t know she had two classes with her…”

Ducking his head down he waits for them to pass by before he makes his move. Doing his best, James follows his sister jumping from tree to tree, hiding behind a sign, trying his best to not be noticed by her and her orca friend. In the end though all he achieves is to follow her like some ameture detective from the 1930’s. People glance and comment to those nearby at that “strange guy moving about” or saying something along the lines, “What is he doing?” Ignorant, ignoring or not caring James follows till they reach their destination halfway across town, despite being on foot, it really didn’t feel that far.

Standing in its own lot, lit by pink, red, purple and blue neon is the major rubber exotic dance club aptly named “Sleek Hide”. People wait in a line that snakes to the side of the building as a buff rubber lion stands at the door. Dressed in a black business suit with the words “security” put on the back in red. He towers over most of those waiting to get in. As he approaches he sees Jane and the orca simply nod to the guard who nods back before they go inside. They open the doors the sound of music seeping out to the world before its once again silenced as the door closes shut.

“This is where she’s been going? I should… really see what this is about. It could be some kind of occult. Yeah an occult don’t want my Sister to fall into the wrong crowd,” he thinks as he slinks to the back of the line. Glancing at the others all those waiting to get in are humans like himself.

“I don’t get it, why they get to skip to the line,” remarks one guy.

“Those are either the rubber people or those in transition. I enjoy them but I ain’t about to lose my humanity to be front of the line,” the guy beside him replies.

“This sucks.”

“Trust me, it's worth the wait,” the guy remarks as wait they did. A full hour would pass before James arrived at the front of the line. The rubber lion looked at him, his arms crossed his chest as he speaks slowly, clearly, and deeply.

“I.D.”

James swallows a lump in his throat as he fumbles with his wallet, the little plastic identification card slips out of its tight leather holster as he hands the card over. The lion snatches it from him, causing him to flinch ever so slightly. The lion looks at the card, turning it around, examining the back before looking at the front, looking at James with a predator like stare.

“Last name and date of birth?” he asks sternly as James spouts it off after a momentary bit of shock of the question and then adds at the end.

“I’m Jane’s brother.”

The lion cocks an eyebrow, “Brother? But you have the same birthdate. You don’t look like a twin.”

“We’re fraternal twins. So we are like normal brother and sister just with the same birthdate.”

The lion’s scowl turns into a smile, “I know, I just wanted to test you. Enjoy your time here,” he says as he steps to the side after handing him back his I.D.

“Thanks,” James replies averting his gaze as he heads in. The door slides open with a soft click that is drowned out by the thumping music. Stepping inside James is greeted by what looks like some kind of restaurant with tables, booths, people eating, while others just chatting up a storm. It was a mix of humans and rubber anthropomorphic people and while about half the human groups were composed of just humans, almost every rubber group had at least one human or human in transition with them.

“Hello, welcome to the sleek hide, may I be able of some assistance to you?” asked a black and purple anthropomorphic female shark. Her sleek rubber skin was dressed in a tight revealing waitress outfit, that left little the imagination.

“Uh… ahh… oh.. No. No, I’m good, but thank you. First time here.”

“Oh new guy? It's always nice to see new faces. My name is Tuna… yes I know, parents had a sense of humor,” she chuckles as she gives a big sharkish grin, revealing rows of sharp white teeth, “Just you or with others?”

“Just me. Looking for my sister, she’s… well never mind on that.”

“Oh I see,” she grins again, “Well this area is the relaxing area of the club, order food, sit down, enjoy yourself. Next area is the entertainment with the music you can hear from here, and all kinds of exotic, erotic dances. Past that is where the more personalized fun happens. Feel free to look around,” Tuna explains.

“Thanks… I will,” James replies as he steps away from the hostess before heading deeper into the club. Each step made him feel the music thumping in the back. Only a set of eight glass doors that swing both ways. The music jumps up in volume whenever someone opens them and as he approached he could see the dance floor with at least a hundred humans and rubber people dancing together, but what caught his attention was a bit farther back. Dozens of people were sitting down relaxing but in front of raised platforms where rubber anthros of a varied of species are busy showing off their moves, some were male, some female, others were somewhere in between if not both.

“Jane… this is where you’ve been going all this time?” he wondered as ventured deeper into the club. His eyes jumping to all the sights as he moves along the outskirts, past several booths build into the walls, allowing for the most dance floor space possible.

Jame’s eyes jump from one thing to the next, as he moves, till he gets close enough to get a good look at the ones dancing at the poles and just stares at them at a moment. The slow movements of their hips still somehow moving with the quick paced beats of the music which drowned out the clamor of conversations happening in the room.

Continuing to follow the wall as he sees the dancers off to the side, averting his gaze while at the same time trying to look around. Eventually he reaches the back where chrome plated metal doors separate this part of the club to amazingly more of the club. As he approached he heard a soft growl.

“Excuse me, can I help you?” a female voice rings out as James’ attention is caught by an anthropomorphic rubber hyena. Her brown eyes staring down at him as she crosses her arms.

“Uh.. hi, yes… I mean no. Just looking around.”

“Sorry but this part of the club is invitation only.”

“Ah, didn’t know, sorry, sorry. I’ll just be on my way then…” he replies as he backs up only a few stops when his body slams into something, “Ah sorry, excuse me,” James says as he turns around to see a female anthropomorphic equine. The smooth brown and white latex skin shined in the lights, but despite her robust physique she was dressed in a set of normal street clothes. A far cry from the revealing set that many of her other rubber compatriots wear.

“Its okay… you new here? You look a little lost,” she asks as James spends a moment to eye her up, tensing at first but slowly drops his shoulders, “Oh hi… yes I am new here.”

“Always pleasure to see a new face. Come why don’t you sit at a booth with me. They are amazingly much quieter than you think,”she suggests as she motions him into one the alcoves and with a slight nod he does so.

“Maybe she could help me find out what my sister does here?” he wondered as he steps into an empty alcove with her. The red cushioned seats look rather inviting but what was amazing was the moment he broke past the wall the sounds dropped like a door was closed behind them. The music still there but now it didn’t overpower every other noise, “Wow… this is amazing, how, this doesn’t seem possible.”

“A lot of seemingly impossible things are possible here. My name is Marana.”

“James,” he replies as he takes a seat.

“Pleasure to meet you James. So what brings you to our little club? Judging by your reactions, it seems you are not here by choice. Did someone bet you to come here?”

“Bet? No, no… I am just here to see what my sister has been up to. She’s been going through a lot of changes recently, fast ones too and I’m just a little concerned is all.”

“Oh I see. Who is your sister?” she asks as she leans forward a little her brown eyes looking into his own.

“Jane. She’s always well… she’s Jane.”

“Oh Jane, I’ve seen her, she’s a new convert.”

“That what you call it?”

“What would you call it? Transitioning from a normal humanoid to something so much… more.”

“I--I don’t know but as her brother I have some concerns. She’s been missing classes and then she’s been sleeping in this strange machine where she looks braindead or something.”

“Oh the recharge saddle. That is nothing to worry about. It's something we use rejuvenate ourselves. It's better than sleeping and feels amazing,” Marana explains as James feels a tingle running up his spine, his palms feel slick, as a warmth builds within his loins, a bulge appearing in his pants which causes his left hand to slink down to stealthily adjust the annoyance into a better position.

“Huh… interesting,” he responds as he looks out to the nearby pole dancers, “It does seem that you all like your bodily pleasures.”

“That so wrong?”

“Well… no, just an observation,” he replies as he feels her smooth thick hoof fingers run across the top of his hand.

“Would you like to find out?”

“Huh? Wha? Are you asking me to do what I think you are asking me? But we just met!” James exclaims as he pulls his hand back.

“Well why that is an option, that is not what I had in mind.”

“Oh…” he replies as he looks away, “Sorry, I misunderstood. What did you have in mind?”

“To show you a bit about the process. It's rather enjoyable and fun.”

“What?! Turn me into one of you?”

“Well that can happen, it is something happen unless three things are achieved.”

“Which is?”

“One,” she says as she holds up a finger, “You do it repeatedly. Two, you want it.”

“And three?”

“Three, you help convert another. The last step is the no going back. The others just let it happen but given enough time one returns to so called ‘normal’ as it were.”

“So it's reversible?”

“Very.”

“Has… Jane done step three?”

“Hmm… I’ve only spoken to her a few times, nice girl, but as far as I know she hasn’t. Word gets around quickly amongst us when we have a new mainstay.”

“I see,” he replies as he lets out a visible sigh of relief.

“Come, follow me. I am sure you will find this experience, enlightening,” Marana says as she grips James hand, guiding him from his seat and out of the booth where he is greeted with the thumping music once more. Tugged along like a lost puppy on a leash he is taken to the back of the club where the hyena stood.

“Evening Charline. Hope you don’t mind I show this guy a good time,” Marana greets as they approach.

The stern look of the hyena quickly softens as she glances over at James, “Of course not, have fun,” she responds with a smirk as Jame nods to the hyena as he is taken into the back. A long hallway greets him with doors along the sides. The metal door behind them clicks closed as it sounds like the music in the other room is completely cut off.

“What kind of fun is she talking about?”

Marana lokos over her shoulder and smiles at him, “You’ll see, but I think for your first time maybe a little bit of a shower would be best. Less set up but lets you really feel how wonderful it can be.”

“How wonderful what can be?”

“I could explain but I think show would be so much better,” she replies as she leads him into room with a sleek black rubber bed in the middle. Hanging above almost comically like is a large square shower head two thirds the size of the bed underneath. Tubes attached to the top snake their way into the ceiling.

“What is this?” he asks as he is tugged closer, his breath grows heavy as he notices metal grates underneath the bed. The scent of latex thick within the air with a hint of something sweet.

“A rubber shower room. Similar to the baths but not as time consuming but gets some of the wonderful feeling they provide.”

“Rubber shower?”

“Yes, we use specialized rubber to draw out what the inner you is. In your sister’s case it was the wingless dragon you’ve seen. For you a simple shower won’t do to much of anything, but allow you get a sense of a bit of what we love.”

“I don’t know about this…” Jame replies hesitantly as he looks around the room some more. It's not all that big, like a small bedroom at worse, or a large bathroom at best.

“Nothing to be alarmed about. If you are feeling too bashful about it, you can try it with your knickers still on,” she remarks as James tenses up as he puts the subtlety meaning of her words together.

Jame approaches the bed, his heart racing, his spine tingling as he places a hand on the room temperature bedsheets. Their smooth perfect surface wrinkling when he puts his weight into it. A silhouette of his figure reflected in the rubber as his body feels a nagging desire that encourages a soft whisper in the back of his mind to just “go for it.”

Jame looks over his shoulder at Marana who stands a few feet behind him as the realization hit him that he walked from the entrance of this room to the bed on his own accord, “Okay but mind turning around for a bit?”

Marana smiles, “Sure thing,” she says as she turns around the clip cop of her hoofed feet finally reaching James ears as he takes a deep breath and strips down to his boxer shorts which barely if at all hide his throbbing curious desires. He moves onto the bed, which creaks and squeaks under his weight. The sleek smooth bedsheets wrinkle at the points of pressure distorting its reflective properties, “Okay now what?” he manages to push the question past his lips.

“I’m going to head over here and turn it on. I think red rubber will be fine with you? Something tells me you’d like that,” she responds as she heads off to the side not looking in Jame’s direction as she starts to turn a nob.

“Does color make a difference?” he inquires as he watches her.

“In the long run, yes, but short run not so much, it all feels the same, but I’ll stand over here, if you need me call me till then I won’t look, you have my promise.”

“T-thanks,” he replies as gurgle noise comes from over head. Jame’s attention is turned upward as the chains holding up the massive showerhead start to rattle slightly as the tubes that he can see start to turn red as slick rubber fills them. A moment later the first warm droplets hit James’ skin. It feels like hot wax, the warmth quickly spreading from the rubber to his skin but it does not burn, but feels rather nice. Little explosions of warmth trickle down onto James’ skin like slightly congealed water as if there was some corn starched thrown in, but is clearly not vicious enough to not roll down his mostly naked form and start to pool on the pressure points his body makes on the bed, following the little ravines made in the bed sheets.

The warmth of the rubber is quickly transferred to his body, it seeps down and causes the burning desire within him to grow, and pulsate with life. Though the rubber cools, its liquid form does not harden or slow. More droplets soon hit his body as the flow of rubber gows ver faster, steadily becoming a constant raining stream of blissful warm red rubber. A moan escapes his lips under the sound of rubber splashing against his form. The pools of red rubber soon overflow as parts of his body are buried in two or so inches of red rubber. The excess soon pools over the black bedsheets. The red rubber beading like water on a freshly waxed car. Whatever doesn’t stay on the bed runs down the sides and flows into the grates below.

The nagging sensation in the back of his mind, the burning need, the lust he did not know he had was being slake at this very moment. He arches his back spreading himself to let more of the red slick rubber fall down onto his form.

The taste of bliss he felt when he touched… it was the same sensation though stronger, better, purer. He moans again as the warm euphoria hitting his body causes his arousal to grow all the stronger. His member throbbing, burning with pleasure, desire, but the warmth grows deeper, down his shaft into his balls and deeper still into a small ‘pit’ in his crotch.

“Enjoying yourself?” Marana yells while staring at the nobs.

“Oh yes…” he moans.

“You know it gets better with a partner… care if I joined?” Marana asks as her words echo into James’ mind. The thought this could even get better causes him to twitch and grip the bed sheets. How could this get better? It is so warm, encompassing, delightful.

James closed his eyes as he felt the warmth surge through him, like a hot warm bath on a cold winter’s day, eventually his incomprehensible moans formed out a simply “uhh ya….”

“You sure? I know this is your first time. And the sensation can really get to some people. You want me to join you and show you a good time?” she asks peeking over her shoulder at him. Watching the flow of rubber slide across his human form.

“Ohh yes….” James moans out, his boxers not only have an obvious pop tent but is now painted red and slick latex the latex that is falling upon him.

“If you say so,” Marana replies with a smile as she clip clops over to him. James barely notices her approach as she slides onto the bed. The red rubber beading off her skin like the bedsheet which sink deeper with her added weight. The red rubber shifts, and the pool grows deeper as Marana slips between James’ legs.

“You are enjoying yourself aren’t you?” she asks with a grin as she runs her hands across James now rubberized boxershorts. The red bulge easy to find James’ throbbing delight as her black tipped hoof fingers run across the bulge. James lets out a deep moan in response thrusting his hips.

“I will warn you that the one who firsts helps you see your inner self like this will leave a little mark on you. Do you mind that?” she asks was she gently rubs James.

James’ curls his toes as his hand slip and slide across the rubber causing muffled under-rubber squeaks as he tries to grip the bed sheets but his fingers simply slide across uselessly. He looks at the wall of red, the equine’s head bursting through parts of it as she becomes visible through the spaces of the red droplets. “I… I… it feels so good.”

“Yes it does and feels better with another. Here let me show you,” she replies as she slips down his boxer shorts, now the hot rubber drips down onto his sensitive member, causing mini almost climaxes with each drops. James screams out in delight as his lips part, the taste of rubber on his lips, pooling for moments in his mouth as he instinctively swallows it before taking another breath.

Marana grips the base of James’ throbbing member as it throbs in her hands. She runs her hoof fingers along the sides, feeling along the soft flesh as it twitches to her touch. The slick red rubber makes the surface wet and slick, along her hands to slide effortless across with a long drawn out squeak.

James’ pleasure continues to grow as he throws his head back, his hands slip down the bed sheets as his head lands on the back of the bed causing a small crevice to form around his head. Rubber soon pooling around his head flowing upwards till it slips into his ear holes drowning out the pitty patter of rubber, the squeaks, his moans. The red droplets hitting his eyes causing him to instinctively flinch and close them. His mind closed off from all senses now save for touch and smell.

His nostrils flare as the thick hot scent of rubber caresses his senses, overpowering anything else allowing his mind to become complacent to the scent, the pleasure of the aroma hits him as Marana’s fingers continue to caress his length. Up and down, up and down, sliding across, three… four pressure points, the palm massaging, bursts of pleasure as he bucks upwards, his head sinking down further into the pool of rubber leaving only the tip of his chin and face out of the pool of burning red delight.

“Get ready for even more fun,” Marana replies with a soft nicker as she moves forward, her head blocking the red delight that has been falling onto his member for some time. His body feels the sudden cold sensation around his crotch. His hips relax, head rises as he looks up just in time to see the equine wrapping her mouth around his cock head.

The warmth that swelled within his cock tip felt just as good… neigh better than the rubber dripping upon his person. His hips thrust eagerly into her mouth. Marana’s eyes widen at first but quickly return to normal as her tongue coils around his flesh, snaking its way down his member as it slides ever deeper into her muzzle.

Pleasure burns hotter and hotter within his body, the warm muzzle engulfing his length as his hands continuously slide across the rubber sheets. Soon James’ balls smack against against Marana’s lips as she deepthroats him with ease. The warm passage pushing his pleasure to newer and better heights than he ever thought possible.

The warm pitter patter of rubber continues to fall down and slide down his body. His form tenses as the sweet taste of rubber runs across his lips, his tongue and throat. His mouth fills with a few ounces of the sweet rubber nectar before he swallows so he can breathe once more. The liquid slides down his throat warming his insides like the warmth building up in his loins.

Bubbling over like a boiling pot of water, James can no longer hold himself back, his threshold for his pleasure has been broken a dozen fold but with that sweet mouth around his length, so tightly embracing him, the warm rubber around him, the scents, sounds, tastes, it was all too much and with a scream of delight, a screech of squeaking rubber, James thrusts hard up into Marana’s mouth. James’ member shoots hot streams of his milky white seed into Marana’s eager maw. Stream after stream of delicious pleasure bursts from James’ loins as his body tenses, his toes curl, the rest of his form twitches unable to do with the pleasure, the built up energy except to thrust over and over into the horse’s mouth which vacuums up the delicious spunk with eager and ease. As Marana drinks down every delicious a warmth of bliss washes over James from the inside out, outside in, the two blissful waves crashing over his very being as he drifts off into nothingness….

James opens his eyes as he’s greated not with his familiar room but of a well-kept hotel room. James eyes shoot completely open as he sits up in bed, the silken bed sheets run across his naked form as his heart starts to race, “What? How… why am I naked… where am I?” he stammers as he looks around to find all of his clothes neatly folded on a nearby chair with hand written note on top which read.

“I left your clothes here. They’ve been washed and cleaned for you. I personally enjoyed our time last night. Hope to do it again soon,” signed Marana.

James felt a tingle of pleasure rush through his spine, his loins started to get a slight ache of desire, need, lust, his member growing to half mast within a few heartbeats as the memories of the previous night, the lustful wanton sex he had with the equine, causing him to quickly slip on his clothes before he could fully acknowledge the throbbing ache that forms between his legs. It is then as he gets his shirt on that there was more writing below Marana’s signature.

“P.S. You are in a hotel above the club. Feel free to stay as long as you like.”

“I’m where?” James thought as he goes to a nearby mirror with a comb already lying nearby for him to use. He looks at himself, his hair a mess like he took a shower and went straight to bed causing a severely bad hair day. He spends a moment to comb the swiped aside hair, but only makes a partial success before he sighs and gives up on it, “I have to get out of here and get back to my studies,” he remarks to himself as he goes to the wooden door that looks like the way out.

He swings the door open and the moment he does he comes face to face with his sister, pink naked black and red wingless rubber dragon who was at first startled by the sudden opening of the door right beside her and now unable to look away at the face of her brother.

“What are you doing here?!” the two say in unison.

“What do you mean what I am doing here?!”

“Stop that!”

“No, I said you stop that,” the two continue till an awkward silence fills the hallway, allowing the faint noise of silverware and dishes echoing down the hall to reach their ears.

“So you going to say something?” James asks.

“Finally! I was tired of you copying me,” Jane exclaims.

“Copying me? You were clearly copying me.”

“Why are you here?”

“Looking for you. I wanted to see what kind of trouble you’ve been getting yourself into.”

“Trouble? No trouble at all…” she responds as she eyes him for a moment, “You on the other hand have been getting into a few things… I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Huh? What? Don’t be preposterous. You are clearly jumping to conclusions.”

“Right, well since you are here let’s have some breakfast. Maybe spending some time here will do you some good,” she remarks as she motions him to follow her. The two walking down the hall, past many like rooms that James was in till they eventually reach a cafeteria like setting with an all you can eat style breakfast buffet, “Just go up and get some food, since you are here it's already covered,” Jane explains.

“Okay but after that you have some explaining.”

“What? You want to hear about my sex life?”

“S-sex life?!” he yells loudly as he stops as only a few of the rubber people even look in his direction, all the non-converts in the room, there being a handful though… do.

“Calm down before you embarrass the both of us.”

“You were the one that mentioned sex life,” James replies.

“Yes, but judging by your experience that is clearly what is on your mind,” Jane responds with a soft sigh, “Look get your food, I’ll get mine we’ll sit and soon my friend Dorsal will be here. She’s the orca you’ve seen me with. She’ll explain things to you okay?”

“Okay… but one thing.”

“Yes?”

“Is it true you haven’t finished the process with step three?”

Jane looks at him for a moment at first inquisitively before a smile creeps across her face, “A girl has to keep some secrets now,” she replies before getting food.

Jame sighs before he does the same, the two meeting up and stare each other off in a few minutes of silence before.

“Jane! Good Morning! Ah, James, I heard a rumor that you were here. I would not have believed it if I did not see it with my own two eyes,” Dorsal cheerfully says as she sits down next to him.

“Dorsal isn’t it?”

“And you remembered my name, that is so sweet. After all the cold stares I have gotten from you, I thought you didn’t like me.”

“Why would…”

“I don’t think he knows that part,” Jane whispers over to Dorsal from across the table.

“Know what part?”

“Well you might tell him now.”

“I suppose…” Jane replies with a sigh as she leans back, “Dorsal here is the one who introduced me to all of this. It is why I have a little orca mark on my stripe along my side on my hip. Apparently the one who you are first with during the process leaves a little mark on you,” Jane explains.

“Like if you decided to join us, you’d have a little equine one,” Dorsal adds in.

“Wait… you… and her… did…” Jame answers as he looks at the two his mouth hanging open.

“Yes Brother, me and her. Though if it makes you feel better she was a guy previously. So in a way it was straight… sort of?”

“Wait what?!”

“Jane hun, I think you blew your brother’s brain.”

“I know, fun isn’t it?” she chuckles.

“You were… you were… you were…” Jame repeats as he looks over the shapely female orca, “A g-g-g-guy?”

“Yeah, but that was some time ago. Don’t miss it at all. Some of my trans friends who want to remain human are so envious though… can’t blame them. Wish I could help them, but this has never left anyone not fully human, not that is a bad thing, but it limits some people. Funny options limiting some people’s options. So. What do you think of our little humble spot of shiny delights?”

“Its uh…” James replies as he looks he looks around, a tingle of pleasure runs up his spine causing him to shift slightly in his bench, “Its nice? Not at all what I was expecting.”

“Yes, I know right? Look I know this is a lot to take in all at once, but how about you just relax, eat. And once done I can try to answer some of your questions in private? You like your sister would like to keep some parts of your lives separate?” she asks with a soft smile.

“Sure… sure, that be nice,” James replies as he looks away down at his food, poking at it for a moment before finishing up a few minutes later.

Dorsal in the meantime finishes her dainty little breakfast, speaking up the moment Jame finishes his, “Come, follow me, I know just the place for us to chat.”

“Alright. I’ll see you in a bit Janes… you better get on your school work while I’m gone, your behind enough as it is.”

“I’ll be sure to get right on it,” she responds with a chuckle.

James sighs as he follows Dorsal who adds in once they are far enough away, “You worry about your sister a lot don’t you?”

“Of course I do, she’s my sister.”

“You worry that she’s going to do something to ruin her life.”

“I worry she’s already done that,” Jame remarks.

“Being like us isn’t a bad thing. It's not like we can’t hold a job or lose our rights as people. We’re just different who like to express ourselves in unique ways. Nothing wrong with that.”

“So you say, but things aren’t always so easy you know? Life is hard, and all she wants to do is have fun. Look whatever you are going to say, say it so I can get home and get back to my studies. I have a paper I need to edit that I wrote two days ago that is due in a week and I like to make sure its polished.”

Dorsal cocks an eye ridge, “You sure you are Jane’s brother?”

“Yes, we are fraternal twins.”

“Yes, well then, this way please,” Dorsal says as she guides him down a set of stairs into a relatively small room, with a smooth red rubbery pool covering two thirds of it with metal grates in one foot in length bordering it.

“Whats this?”

“One of our rubber dipping pools. This is where most of the fun and change happens.”

“You’re not planning to force change me or something because now I know too much?”

Dorsal lets out a booming laugh before she responds, “Oh heck no. Where would you get such a crazy idea? First off we don’t force change anyone. It's all voluntary. Secondly I picked this room because once occupied it's the most private place you can get. So feel free to express yourself,” Dorsal says before going to the edge of the pool and slipping her feet in, the process causing a soft moan to escape her lips, “Oh that feels so nice today.”

James bites his lower lip as his pants bulge within seconds upon seeing and hearing the orca’s reaction, “Okay… so how does this stuff make you into whatever you become?”

“Well… to be honest I am not an expert on how all this stuff works, but what I can tell you,” Dorsal responds leaning back to look at James, her breasts showing off to him as she smiles, “Is the rubber is a medium of desires. I desired to be a female. I desired to be something other than human. This rubber granted me those desires.”

“Sounds convient, what’s the catch?”

“Catch? I suppose standing out in society as who you are. A unique individual expressing themselves in a way that makes you the happiest. To be a living embodiment of what we stand for.”

“Which is?”

“Freedom of expression.”

“When this stuff…” Jame says as he moves closer to the edge of the pool, “Touched me, it felt… good. Too good.”

“Oh it does that… it feels so… nice. I honestly want to slip in right now and just enjoy it, but…”

“But what?”

“This is your pool. It's not my place.”

“My pool?”

“Yes. I’ll be honest with you. You sister is worried just as much about you as you are about her.”

James laughs loudly as he crouches down beside Dorsal, “Worried about me? All she cares about is having fun. Why would she be worried about me.”

“She’s worried you are too focused on getting only top marks and nothing else. What do you intend to do when school is over? Get the best grades in real life? You have no social skills. You may be smart, but you don’t know how to act around others. She’s worried you will deny yourself success without even knowing why.”

“Huh? What? That’s crazy talk.”

“Just how many people do you talk to outside of class?”

“Uh… um, tons of people. That is a silly question.”

“Who?”

“Well there’s Greg,” James replies as he looks off to the side.

“And?”

“And uh.”

“Its okay. Nobody's perfect. Its okay to be a little socially awkward.”

“I-I’m not socially awkward. My sister is, being a rubber dragon, walking around so naked and carefree.”

“She doesn’t walk around in public naked. The upper floor is private and I didn’t think she’d run into her brother while here, I think you embarrassed her.”

“I embarrassed her?” James inquires as he sits beside Dorsal his feet soaking into the warm melted candle wax warm feeling rubber. The warmth does not burn but moves through his body causing an uncontrolled moan to slip from his lips.

“Feels nice doesn’t it? But yes I think you did. She’s not as much of a worriless sister as you take her for.”

“I find that hard to believe,” he responds as he feels his arousal building up once again. An urge in the back of his mind wants him to pull his feet out of the pool, knowing what it is doing but a larger part of him can think of nothing better than to slip himself entirely within it.

“Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you really?”

“What? Find that hard to believe my sister cares for anything than herself and her own fun?”

“Yes. Do you honestly think we’d let such a selfish person in here? The back doors are invitation only.”

James takes a deep breath and sighs, “So you were a guy huh?”

“Was, was a rather fun experience. Though weird at the same time.”

“Weird how?”

“Growing of my lovely chest,” Dorsal replies as she pulls her hands up to grope and show them off causing James to look away, “Oh come on you’ve seen them already nothing to be ashamed of. But what was interesting was feeling my manliness shrink down into full blown femalehood. Even during mid process it wasn’t painful. It felt weird, but it was all so… blissful.”

“So, you just desired it and you became a woman?”

“Yes. The rubber does the rest.”

“Just like what?”

“Just like that. And it doesn’t become permanent till you help initiate another down the process towards becoming like us. That does not mean they have to become permanent themselves. The one person I picked halfway through decided it wasn’t for them and left. It happens.”

“Just like that. They can stop and go back to normal?”

“Depends on your definition of normal. To me, what I am now? It is normal. To you. Its not.”

“How philosophical of you.”

“This isn’t a class,” Dorsal chuckles, “Life is complicated but not structured so rigidly. It is far more fluid like this rubber in front of you. Now if you want to feel how a full deep is like I can get you set up in it, if you are curious that is.”

“Set up?”

“In the pool you are fully submerged. We have a breathing apparatus that wraps around your head so you can just slip in and just… enjoy.”

James tensed at Dorsal’s words. His breathe grew shallow as his pants bulged, the warmth of the rubber just up halfway to his thighs felt just as good nay better than the shower he experienced the day before. Just how could a full bathing feel?

“S-sure, let's give it a try,” James replies as Dorsal stands up, her feet glistening due to the rubber as she makes her way over to a nearby control panel and after pressing a short sequence of buttons a breathing apparatus connected to breathing tube comes down, “Put that on, and just slip in and you’re good.”

“That’s it?” James inquires as he grabs the clear plastic and rubber breather.

“It's not rocket science, you need to soak yourself and you need to breathe, this allows both.”

“Alright… I’ll just leave my clothes over here,” he replies as he undresses and folds them neatly to the side. James keeping his body turned away from Dorsal the whole time to hide his excitement as he reaches behind himself to grab the breather before slipping it on, giving a few test breaths and once all checks out he slips under the rubber.

It was like skinny dipping into the arctic, a complete shock to the system but instead of painful icy knives that pierce through his body it is tidal wave of complete and utter bliss. His mind washing over with so much delight that he forgets to breathe for a full minute. His moans could be heard from above as Dorsal checks the monitors, before she slips into the pool she too moaning out in pure ecstasy

Despite her aquatic nature she could not see through the solid red latex that flowed around her. Slowly she reached out and finds James floating there in near mindless delight. James feels the rubber finger tips run across his legs. They felt beyond what he could describe. He floated in a sea of warmth and delight and the touch was a break in this delightful monotony. It only made the feeling around him feel even better, to remind him that there were other feelings outside of this pure delight, but what’s worse is… Dorsal’s touch also felt delightful.

His member ached and throbbed in the thick rubber pool that wrapped around it. Suddenly the tip brushes up against Dorsal’s tongue but she does only a lick in passing. Her fingertips run across James’ side as she slowly floats across the throbbing length. The crevice of her breasts brushing the tip as his member and his sides are what letting him feel and imagine Dorsal moving over him.

Moans and air bubbles escape his mouth as he closes his eyes. To James’ unthinking surprise, his eyes do not hurt when he opens them, despite only seeing a solid flow of red over field of view. His mind imagines the anthropomorphic orca right there in front of him as he feels her lower chest, then upper belly, lower belly suddenly the thin crevice where her sex is.

Deep down James knew, he knew that this wasn’t “normal” that it wasn’t “natural” but in the heat of the pool, in the heat of this moment, none of that mattered. He just did not care… no he did not want to care. Something so good, so purely blissful could not be stained by logic. This was not a time nor place for it. This was a place of emotions, feelings, sensations.

And soon the sensation of his length spreading that sweet, tight female orca sex was what he could feel. His hands reached up first grabbing for and eventually finding purchase on the smooth rubbery mounds of the orca’s breasts. His legs wrapping around Dorsal’s waist as hs feet could rub and feel that orca’s thick tail.

Dorsal could feel James' feet on her sensitive tail flesh, his toes curling as he tries to contain his pleasure as the two crotches were soon to meet over and over again. Dorsal surrounding James in two extremes of pleasure, one of the tight, powerful squeezing orca sex and that of the burning pleasure of the rubber enveloping him. Both were delightful, wanting, competing interests within James' mind. He didn’t want one over the other, he wanted both at the same time. Encouraging him to try by thrusting in and out, in and out of the orca’s sex.

The rubber around James' nut sex felt so tight, squeezing, burning hot, but not uncomfortably so. These feelings were just beyond what he could have ever thought possible. His view on just what one could feel was being shattered all over again. Nothing could have beaten the shower but the bath was incalculable better but like the sex wrapped around his sensitive flesh both were desirable wand wanted.

Concrete thoughts were a mere figment of his imagination, James was in a state of bliss and lust. Of animal instinct and he took each breath from the apparatus wantonly, feeding his craving body the oxygen it so desperately required to keep up this level of exertion. Soon James’ squeezing and groping of Dorsal’s breasts shifted to wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close, feeling her bosom against his chest. His arms embracing her, and her arms embracing him.

Dorsal was in a similar lost state but being aquatic in nature came with one distinct advantage, the ability to retain one’s breath for an impossible long time under the rubber. She had plenty of time even with this level of physical play. The two slide across each other’s bodies, their squeaks muffled by the rubber. Their moans unable to be heard even if there was someone watching. They were a clear two feet underneath the pool which remained barely changed. The surface was smooth as glass only broken by the occasional air bubbles that would slowly rise to the surface and break like a bubbling tar pit.

The fierce lust of the two under the surface was barely a ripple up above. Over and over they pounded against one another, Dorsal feels James’ throbbing length within her, spreading, piercing, her rubber flesh with his pounding meat. Together with pleasure rose to the very brink of what they could handle and then some. The rubber flowing between them, squeezed between them, urging them to go past their limits. To drive themselves into even higher states of euphoric delight till neither man nor orca could contain themselves any longer.

The two would climax, one setting off the other, neither not knowing and not caring which went first, for as James emptied himself into the hot depths of Dorsal, Dorsal milked him for every delightful drop, and for the two it was just the beginning of a very long and delightful weekend.

Monday would roll around and James would find himself sitting in his same chair, listening to his same history teacher, while every so often glancing at his sister and Dorsal in the corner of the room. The events of the previous weekend in the forefront of his mind, which he’s just on occasion able to push to the side to focus on what the teacher has to say.

“Yo James, you okay?” Greg would ask once the class would end.

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“You just look… different.”

“Different? How?” James asks as he looks over himself.

“Like… you have a shine or something. It's really weird like you are almost artificial in a way.”

James cocks an eyebrow, “Really? I don’t see it. I visited that club this weekend.”

“Wait you visited a club? What club?”

“The one my sister goes to, that Sleek Hide one.”

“You went to the Sleek Hide?”

“Yeah, managed to even get my sister to study a little on Sunday while I was there. Dorsal was nice enough to go with her to get my and her books so I could get her to study with me a little bit.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You… went to the Sleek Hide to study?”

“Eventually… yeah.”

“You are… the weirdest man I have ever met,” Greg replies with a sigh, “Anyway I’ll catch you later,” Greg says as they part ways. James not catching that his skin does have a little shine to it now. His hair looking like it was perpetually wet. His craving to return to the club nagging in the back of his mind as his after school routine shifted from heading straight home to study on Monday to taking his books to study at the Sleek Hide… after a little shower or something, but Thursday night.

Next monday came and after class James was taken back when Greg took his hand and rushed him into the men’s bathroom, “Dude what’s your problem? I’m going to be late for class,” complains James.

“What’s my problem? I’m trying to help you. You’ve been telling me nothing has changed and its been all in my head. As much as I’ve wanted to go to that club to see what it is like I’ve heard things. That once you go in, you are changed and you are proof of it.”

“Changed? What? Me? No. I’m still me, keeping up with my studies.”

“Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Have you not see it?”

“Seen what?” James asks as he goes to take a look as he suddenly sees the starting outlines of some draconic facial features. James stares emptily at himself, “Huh? Wha…” he says as he moves in closer, as he notices his chest feels tighter than before. His hands reach up as he feels the start of two breasts. James looks down in surprise not at only what he feels but what he sees, dragon claw tips. Rushing to the nearest toilet stall he slams the door and locks it shut.

“I told you man, you’ve changed,” Greg says as he stands on the other side of the door.

James peels off his shirt as he looks down at his body. His skin has become redder, with his chest blacker. The very start of scales showing up on his very rubber like looking skin, and where the red and the black met, a pink stripe was forming.

“I am looking like my sister….”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” James exclaims as he pulls his shirt back on.

“So tell me, is it as fun as I hear? The club that is.”

“Nothing!”

“Come on man. Give me a bone here.”

“The club is something yes.”

“So is it the food that does it? You sure to be taking some interesting changes there.”

“Dude just shut up on that okay?!” James exclaims as he tenses. He reaches down into his pants, his well known piece of genetiala has changed… shifted. It was smaller, it felt… way smaller. But yet also so sensitive. He held back a soft moan as he withdrew his hand from himself.

“How did I not notice this? How did I not… why am I becoming a girl? WHY!” James thought as he bursted from the bathroom stall.

“Hey watch it!” Greg exclaims as the door almost slams into his face.

“Talk to you later!” Jame yells as he rushes back home to get a better look at himself and there, the full extent of the changes are visible. A three inch tail was growing from his tailbone, his stance was already becoming dragon like, and every shape, every detail was leading to the same conclusion which became even painfully more obvious when his sister appeared behind him.

“You okay?”

“Jane?! What are you doing here?!” he exclaims as he turns around, panting heavily as he realized he forgot to close the door to the bathroom. There standing before him was his dragon sister.

“I live here, remember?”

“No… I mean here now?”

“Free study hour, no class, and I saw how Greg dragged you off to the bathroom after class. I well wasn’t expecting to see you here. Did… did you skip a class?”

“I… I… why am I turning into you?!” he blurts out.

Jane takes a step back her head tilts to the side as the tail flicks behind her, “What?”

“Look, don’t you see it? The dragon features, the claws, scales, the black, red, pink. The fact I have BREASTS growing, and my… yes, why?!”

“Why ask me this? I have no clue.”

“No clue? You’ve done this, you should know. I wasn’t expecting to do this. I didn’t go you know what? I want to become a real twin of my sister, not some fake twin.”

“Do you honestly think I have some hand in this? You’re the one going and taking the big dips almost every damn day. The pools do what you desire most to be. And for me, it was to be a strong powerful dragon, but I didn’t need those wings, more trouble than they are ever worth to be honest.”

“Then why am I turning into you?!” James yells.

“I don’t know maybe ask yourself that?”

“I told you this isn’t something I wanted to happen!”

“Is it?”

“Is it what?”

“Is it something you did not want to happen? Because you fucking my friends does seem like something you’ve been liking to do.”

“I… ah…” Jame looks away.

“You’d think I didn’t know? That I wouldn’t find out? Look, they are open, I don’t care as much as you think I do. I already had a talk with them about it, because I know that once you are in that stuff, everything feels so good, and so wonderful that you lose yourself and just have a good time, but you know what they did that you didn’t? Tell me they fucked my brother. You couldn’t spend five minutes to talk to me about it. All you want to do is make sure I am studying. Making sure I do the right things. Yet you don’t want to actually talk to me.”

“Jane… I…” James trails off.

“I know Mom and Dad are going to freak over my decision. I know I need to learn something to get some kind of job. I know I need to take care of myself, but you know what I need more than all of that?”

“What?”

“A brother who understands that I am not like him. My path isn’t your path and to accept me for me. Maybe if you took a moment to actually talk to me, you’d know that.”

“Jane… but,” he looks away for a moment, “That still doesn’t explain why I am looking like you.”

Jane lets out a soft growl, “You should really ask yourself that question. For the rubber does what you desire to be,” Jane replies as she takes the door and slams it closed, “If you want to talk to me you’ll know where to find me” she yells as walks away.

Jame sighs as he sits on the closed toilet seat, “Good going James, did a great job there. Blame her for what you did, brilliant, and you’re the smart one,” he grumbles, “I just need to stay away and think this through. Time away from the club, letting this undo itself, and get back to my normal routine, that will set things right. I hope.”

James did not see his sister for the rest of the week, and when he looked at Dorsal from his spot in the classroom she looked away. The desire… the craving to return to the club was there, egging him in the back of his mind, but he pressed on, pushed on. Friday came and went, Saturday he woke up in his bed and checked over himself. There was no reversal in the changes. Almost a full week has passed since he dipped into that sweet rubbery liquid, and he was told that after three or so days it would start to reverse but it hasn’t shifted at all.

“This isn’t right… it should have… what if they were lying to me? No, no that makes no sense. If it didn’t reverse this would have happened to others by now and it would have been known. No way to keep it secret for this long. And Jane still hasn’t come back,” Jame says to himself with a sigh as he makes himself some cold cereal for breakfast. Slowly crunching on the bland corn based cereal he looks at his partially dragon formed claws, how strong they looked albeit half finished.

Before James even gets halfway finished with his bowl he drops the spoon into it with a clank. Going to the sink he drumps the rest down the drain and rinses out the bowl. Grabbing his backpack he heads out, making his way back to the Sleek Hide.

Even though it was early morning the line leading in was as even longer than it was Friday afternoon. He took a deep breath, memories flash of how he just skipped the line now that he was considered an “in” person, but no, he went to the back of the line and waited and waited till he reached the front. The same lion guard was there before his gaze came upon James, it was stern, cold, icy as ever but it quickly softened.

“James, where have you been? Why are you waiting in line?” he asks in a soft voice.

“I…, I came to see my sister.”

“That doesn’t explain why you are waiting in line, she’s been waiting for you, get your ass in there.”

James looked at the lion curiously, unsure what to make of this as he nods, “okay, “ as he heads inside. The moment he does he’s greeted with familiar shark toothed grin.

“James!” Tuna exclaimed as she ‘swam’ her way over to him, “Its been some time we were worried. We heard what happened with your sister.”

“Y-you did?” he asks.

Tuna nods as she swings herself around and behind him, “Yes, she was rather distraught over what happened.”

“Really?” James asks as he feels his body tense.

“Now though… she’s just worried. She’s a little too stubborn to leave and see you. Must be that dragon in her. Me, I am a bit more confrontational,” she replies with another toothed smile, “She’s upstairs, you’ll find her there.”

“Thanks Tuna.”

“Any time,” Tuna responds giving James’ rump a little playful smack, heading him on his way as he goes through the sections of the club, the music not as loud or heavy his early in the morning but still no less energetic as he approaches the hyena guard Charline who stands watch over the door.

James and Charline’s eyes meet. She stares him down as James feels a cold chill run down his spine. She crosses her arms across her chest as he approaches, Hey Charline,” James greets with a wave.

Charline continues to stare at him, remaining silent.

“Tuna told me my sister was upstairs? I was going to go see her…”

Charline doesn’t say a word but remains steadfast in front of the door.

James lets out a soft sigh, “Look, I really need to talk to my sister, so if you please step aside,” Jame pleads as she still doesn’t move.

“Charline why are you-- oh. Oh… ah, right. Friday I promised you Friday and I… Look, I’ll admit I was a bit distracted with everything. I’ve had a lot to think about, but that does… not make up for the fact I could have at least told you I wasn’t coming. Charline? I’m sorry, I hope your birthday went well.”

Charline appears as if she’s physically chewing on James’ words before she swallows and steps to the side, “Happens. I know you had a lot on your mind.”

“Thanks,” Jame replies with a smile as Charline smiles in kind as he rushes through the door and up a set of stairs down a hall. Making his way to the cafeteria he sees Jane sitting at a bench with Dorsal a book cracked open. James approaches the pair slowly as he slowly says, “Jane?”

Jane looks up and a look of frustration that was painted all over her face melts away to a smile. “James, its so good to see you, please sit down.”

“We’ll continue this later,” Dorsal says as she closes the book and takes it with her. She glances at James as she leaves.

“We’re you studying?”

“Yes… I guess one of your habits while being here rubbed off on me,” she says with a soft pout.

“Jane, I want to say I was sorry for being so accusative. I was freaked out, not sure about what was going on. I thought I had everything figured out, under control and in the end I realized I didn’t know anything.”

“Yes, that is very true.”

“I thought about what you said to me.”

“And?” Jane asks as she sits up straight, her naked rubber dragon body shown in a proud dragon like elegance.

“We’ve grown up together. We’re twins, me being the older and you the younger.”

“Five minutes isn’t much of a time difference to define who’s the older or the younger,” she remarks.

“Yes it is, but that isn’t my point. All my life you’ve been my sister and what you said to me made me realize. I never understood you. Like ever.”

“Of course. You’re a guy. It's kind of obvious.”

“Yes… right. So. I thought about it. Why this was happening to me? What Dorsal said to me when we had our chat last week. You were always the risk taker and I did what was safe. I realized I want to be a risk taker too, while doing some of the right smart things, like studying, doing good in school and so forth. Its weird for me to say but here goes,” James says as he takes a deep breath.

“I found myself not understanding my younger sister as an older brother, but I wanted to support you, help you, and be a bit like you. I am becoming like you because I want to be your supportive older sister…”

Jane smiles as she leans forward, “James…” she says as she takes his hand and holds it. Her smooth rubber scales brushing up against his half formed ones, “That is impossible.”

“Huh? What? Bu--” James stammers as Jane puts a single claw over his lips.

“Because you’d become a girl after me, you’d be the younger sister,” she says with a wink.

Jame smiles and lets out a loud laugh which is soon joined by his sister. A few moments later Marana approaches and says, “Did you two make up?”

“Yes Marana we did, and my brother here would like nothing more than to become my new baby sister,” she responds with a sly grin.

“Does h-she now?” Marana says with a smile.

Jame feels his cheeks beat red as he looks up at her and gives a meek nod.

“Come we have much to catch up on your regiment then,” Marana says as she grabs James by the hand and drags him off.

“Don’t worry Sis I’ll be here studying!” Jane exclaims as she watches him get dragged off, “You know I didn’t believe you when you said he wanted to transgender. Sorry about that,” Jane remarks as Dorsal comes back.

“I could tell he wasn’t happy with himself from the moment we met, but after our first time together I knew exactly what it was,” Dorsal replies as she sits back down and opens the history book, “Now where were we.”

“I hate this class so much…”

“Your fault for skipping so many days of it.”

“Maybe I should just drop it…” Jane remarks as she goes back to studying.

Almost three weeks go by, it is Friday and the morning history class comes to an end. Dorsal and the sleek red and black rubber scaled wingless dragoness walk out of the class as they are stopped by Greg who gives them a stern look.

“Where’s James?” he asks the two.

“James? Well, that’s a little difficult to explain,” replies the dragon as she looks off to the side.

“Jane, he’s your brother you should know where he is. I haven’t seen him in class for almost two weeks now and that is not like him. What did you all do to him?”

“Well you see Greg,” Dorsal says when the dragoness lifts her hand to interrupt her.

“Let me do this, I should be the one to do it. Look Greg, we should have told you but it's not just easy to tell. It's rather private and personal.”

“Cram it. He’s my friend and I have the right to know.”

The dragoness sighs, “Okay, but it be easier to show. After school, we’ll go to the Sleek Hide and we can show you.”

“What? Go there? Why?”

“I know you’ve been curious about that place, and it’s just easier to show you than to tell, okay?” she asks as she reaches for Greg’s hand and gently caresses it. Greg at first gives a soft tug but then looks into her draconic eyes and feels a little burst of arousal go through him, “Alright… but this better be good or I’m calling the police.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be completely satisfied with our explanation when we are done,” she says before she parts with Dorsal. The well dressed though luscious looking dragon walking away as Greg watches her for a moment.

“James is so going to kill me if he discovers I just checked out his sister,” he thinks.

After school, Greg will find himself outside of the Sleek Hide club, the red and black rubber dragon with pink stripe down her side waves at him as he walks past the large lion bouncer who doesn’t even give him a cursory glance.

“Just like that? I skip that line?” he asks.

“When you know someone who’s in, you get in faster,” the dragoness winks. She takes Greg by the hand and leads him inside. There she waves to Tuna who is busily waiting on tables. She gives a friendly wave in return as Greg eyes the scantily dressed shark with curiosity and amazement.

“Come, your answer lies deeper in the club.”

“This better not be some kind of… hit or something. Because I ask too many questions,” Greg conspiracizes.

The dragoness laughs loudly as she gives Greg’s hand a little squeeze, she leans in her breasts pressing up against his side as she says, “Is that what you think this is? Hardly. Matter of fact, this is something that we’ve been waiting for a little while now.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Do you know how the process of being a rubber person works?” she asks as Greg shakes his head just as they enter the club section their words almost completely drowned out by the beats of the music. The two make their way to the back where Charline stares at Greg with crossed arms.

“He’s with me Charline,” the dragoness introduces, “His name is Greg.”

“Hello Greg, have fun in there you two,” Charline responds with a grin as she steps to the side.

“What does she mean by fun?” he asks as they enter the hallway.

“You’ll see, but as I told you, you need three things to become a rubber person. To desire it, lots of rubber and…” she explains as the enter the same rubber shower room that James first entered when this all began for him.

Greg looks around for only a moment when he sees a naked red scaled, black bellied, pink striped wingless dragon posing on the black later sheet bed. Greg’s eyes go wide as he looks beside him then across the way, beside him then across the way.

“It’s been a while Greg, how are you doing?” she asks as Greg rushes over to the dragon, “James?! Is that you? How… what happened?!” he exclaims as the two dragon twins chuckle. Greg looks behind him to see the other dragon stripping down revealing her naked form, the sight of which causes his member to stiffen quickly.

“As I told you, it was desire, lots of rubber,” the dragoness says as she moves over and leans over him, causing Greg to collapse back on top of the other dragon.

Greg tenses, “James… sorry, I didn’t mean to fall on you, it is jus--,” Greg’s words are cut off as the dragon on top of him kisses him. Greg squirms underneath her before the kiss slowly breaks, “Whoa… whoa. James, she kissed me. She just kissed me, I did not come to your sister I swear.”

“I’m not James, I’m Jane,” Jane says from underneath Greg.

Greg’s eyes go wide, “Wait, if you are Jane then who is…”

The dragoness smiles wide, “I told you it be hard to explain, but I go by Amy now,” Amy says as she pins Greg against her sister just as a stream of hot deep dark blue colored rubber starts to shower down upon the two, “And you are going to help us with step three, making it permanent by starting to convert another,” she explains as Greg lets out a moanful of blissful pleasure as the rubber drips down onto his body.