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The shiny patch of colour looks and feels like latex rubber. That's because it is, but at the same time it also seems to be your skin. It doesn't hurt; it feels soft, chilly, unusual. It's spreading, too. Up and down your leg, over your fingertips now you've touched it. No doubt it would have got there anyway, but now it’s twice as quick. Vague thoughts of stopping the change, as hide and hair turns to latex. It's not like clothing you can take off. It feels pleasant, benevolent. Perhaps you could just ask out loud, or think about it really hard. But you don't, you won't. On your hands, the rubber feels like it's doing more than just replacing skin. The sensation grows and stretches your fingers, and from the tips emerge small, rounded claws. Not just latex, but some kind of latex creature. The cool progression continues to creep over your body, and you can feel it working deeper. It'll be a big change for you. Watching your hands up close, you can see how small shiny spots appear on your skin, more and more until they overlap into continuous colour, giving the effect of the latex gently radiating out. The shape of your hands is changing, and it's not a big leap to start thinking of them as paws. On an impulse, you press your face against your paws. You'd done it before you really thought it through, and you can feel little cold points beginning to dot onto your cheeks, as the spread of latex jumps right to your head. More than that, it's a chance to feel the shiny rubber: brushing your paws up and down your cheeks, teasing a digit over your lips. It's so smooth. You'll be so smooth. The change feels more intense when it's on your head. You can almost hear and taste it. Your nose feels tense and twitchy, and like it's being eased forwards from within. The creature you're becoming has more of a muzzle. Rubbing, kneading cheeks, nuzzling paws; it isn't certain that is affecting the speed of your change, but it does feel good. A shiver. Deep, cool, tingly; the rubber has made it to your back. Both your arms are changed, familiar aside from shiny paws. You can see your muzzle, though you'll learn to tune it out. There's whiskers, too, and your digits feel your ears. You were thinking, maybe you'll be a cat, but that doesn't seem quite right. A rat? Doubly squeaky. That's cute. You can feel what's left of your own skin on your legs and feet as warm, rough patches. Won't be long until you're just latex. Just a smooth, shiny rat. You lie back, feeling the confusing spread of change deep inside. You shuffle to one side as a tail starts to appear, waking up sensations you never realised you knew. It flicks like you've always had it, and continues to grow. Funny, though. Watching the last of you turn to rubber, with feet stretching into rubber rodent paws. Feeling coolness inside, painlessly replacing your innards with who-knows-what. It's in your ears and your throat, and it must be in your brain as well, but mentally, you don't seem to notice. Rubber thoughts work just as well as organic ones. You feel like you know when you're completely changed because the first stray thought comes by: that you're quite big for a latex rat. You might have expected to be smaller. Even though you're bipedal, you've kept a mostly human shape, some inner sense says you're big. So your whole body contracts. The pressure is everywhere, and it's impossible to ignore. You can't do anything, you can't think about anything. You're just caught in the moment, as though between an immovable object and an unstoppable force. Sensations dial up to eleven, and then some. Maybe you're squeaking, squirming, making noises, responding in all kinds of helpless ways; you'd have no idea. All you can do is feel, and all that feeling is pleasure. You want this, you need this. All sense of time is gone, all thoughts about what's happened, what's going to happen, who you even are – in that moment, it's just you and the deep, satisfying sensations. You'll be shiny and rubbery, you'll be a rat, you'll spend forever in this intense haze where anything could be going on. No rationality, just you, and barely even you; just feelings. Pressure. Sensation. Experiencing the gradual shift from rubber rat to smaller rubber rat. It's done. Time restarts, the world aches back into view. It's a much bigger world, and you're a much smaller latex rat. You'd fit in a pocket. Perhaps you'd be panting, if you needed air. You don't, though; you're a shiny rubber rat, and there's nothing you really need. Except getting handled, you realise. Helpful hands, or paws, could easily give you a squeeze? That might send you back to the state of infinite pleasure? As fun as that sounds, maybe you should get used to the new you for a while. All flopped out on the bed, you're still swirly, lazy, with blissful eyes. The idea of changing back, that just seems like an impossible goal. Assuming you'd even want to? This new path seems as though it could be a lot of fun. Just like that, you're a nice shiny rat. * * *