I Surrender
written by Skye McCloud
"I... I still don't know what happened to me, but if you'd listen to my story... maybe you can help me?"
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This morning was one of those normal boring mornings. Nothing too important to note about it; I woke up and immediately slipped a pair of cargo shorts over my bodysuit, stepped into a pair of black combat boots, and grabbed a jacket before heading out the door. I'm told I have a strange style of clothing, but I just wear what I'm comfortable in.
Later that afternoon, after much lazing about, I found I had nothing better to do so I was pretty much screwing around an abandoned part of town. You know, the warehouse district right off of Lyons Road? Yeah that's the area, so I was just hanging out there. When I was a little kid I used to come out here with my friends, and we'd just get lost in the maze of empty buildings. Nowadays, everyone I used to know has moved on with their lives, and I'm stuck here in Dullsville with nothing to do but explore abandoned areas of town. That'd be Shifter Heights to all of you tourists, by the way.
Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Kou. I've got long black hair, pulled into a ponytail with maroon bangs over my eyes, a nice face, golden eyes... anyway, I guess that's all I'll tell you about that. Descriptions are boring. Besides, the rest doesn't really matter anymore.
So, anyway, I'm at this warehouse. I noticed it used to be some kind of candy factory, and, me being me, I just had to find a way to break inside and explore. Maybe take a few samples (does candy ever go bad?) or something. Who knows? This might be the mother load! After a few minutes of searching the parameter I found a small bit of the wall had given away with age, so I was able to maneuver my slim body right through a hole in one corner.
Upon entering I just marveled at the sights. Boxes, canisters, and crates were piled nearly up to the ceiling. One wall was made almost entirely of mirrors, which I found a bit strange for a factory but who am I to judge? I had no idea exactly what was here, but all of the rusted machinery had me assuming this was where they used to make all of the good stuff. So, I began to dig at the boxes, and crates, and... I was just looking for anything interesting. Mainly for candy, but I kept finding random things. Mostly things like microscopes, test tubes, beakers... I thought it was weird to find all of that scientific stuff in a candy factory, but I pushed the thought from my mind. After a few minutes passed I accidentally bumped into a large canister, causing it to topple over onto it's side. With a loud clang the lid flew off, and a metallic black liquid began pouring out. I didn't know what to make of it, but I figured it was just oil and it would be best to avoid the puddle it was creating. Intuition told me to just run, but I ignored it and kept digging. I'd just avoid the liquid. I probably should have listened to myself, but candy was on my mind.
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Some more time went by, but I wasn't sure how much had passed. Before I knew it the sky was turning pastel, so I figured it was best to just leave. I began to make my way to the exit, but something stopped me. It felt like something had a grip on my ankles, so I glanced down and to my shock a pair of shiny black paws were wrapped around my feet. I looked up and saw that the puddle of oil had expanded over time and covered most of the factory's floor. I didn't know quite what to do, so I kicked off my boots and tried to get out of there. I didn't know what this stuff was, but if it could turn into hands then it was probably a good idea to get out of the puddle.
My boots landed somewhere in the middle of the floor, and I watched with curious intrigue as they melted into the puddle of goo. I couldn't believe it; shouldn't they have dissolved while I was wearing them? I wasn't being harmed, though, and I was still standing in the puddle. Instead of just running for it I padded over to the spot where my boots disintegrated and prodded the surface of the liquid. It was shiny, metallic, soft... it looked and felt almost like what my bodysuit was made out of; I dubbed it liquid latex right then and there. Curiosity got the better of me and against my better judgment I pulled off my socks, cast them aside, and placed my feet into the liquid. The feeling of it between my toes was incredible. I wiggled my toes around, and just let myself go for a moment. It was at that moment that the latex sprang into action.
I've never seen a glass of water attack anyone, but that's what this looked like. Columns of the goo rose up, and they took on the shape of spindly clawed arms to surround me and grab a hold of me. I couldn't think; my mind was panicking, but somehow I was struggling against the latex's firm grip. Paws gripped me, and snaked up and around my body. Some of the claws dug into my skin, and some of the paws rested suggestively against my inner thighs. I wriggled, desperate to get free, but as soft as the material should have been they refused to budge. Claws pulled at my jacket and shorts, tearing and shredding them slightly, begging for them to come off. After a few moments of tugging and prodding a wave of latex flew over my entire body. As soon as it subsided I could see, and feel, my jacket and shorts dissolving away, leaving me wearing nothing but my bodysuit. I didn't understand it, but I was a little thankful to keep some of my dignity as I struggled.
Instinct wanted me to get a weapon, but what would I fight this latex with if it would just dissolve everything? And I couldn't free my hands or feet from it's death grip, either. What could this stuff possibly want with me?
I could feel the latex gliding me towards one end of the warehouse, and it gently propped me up into a standing position. I hung limply from the latex arms gripping my wrists and ankles, but more arms reached up to give me more support. In the end I was forced to watch myself in the mirror as thousands of latex arms and paws snaked their way around my body, over my clothing, and across my face. Bits of residue were left behind, and I could already feel that I was coated with a very thin film of latex. I didn't know what to think; a part of me wanted to scream, but another part was curious about what was happening to me. Was this all a dream?
My thoughts ceased as I saw a shiny paw rubbing against my crotch, and gently petting my dick through the fabric of my suit. My mind panicked a bit, but I shamefully got hard at the notion. I couldn't believe something as ethereal as this moment would allow me to get hard, but here I was getting a hard-on while a latex arm grazed against me. My cock pressed against the inside of my bodysuit forming a large bulge as the fabric stretched to allow my newly acquired girth room. A mewl formed in my throat as the arm took advantage of the moment to wrap its paw around my stiff member, the fabric of my bodysuit surrounding it. I could feel pre-cum begin to spit out from my slit onto the inside of my shorts, and my breath hitched as the paw drew a circle right over my slit causing it to spread the pre-cum around beneath the material. I had no idea what was going on, but more latex paws held my waist firmly in place, a few reached around to massage my ass, and two clamped over my nipples and began to stroke and play with them.
My mind was getting foggy as I relaxed into the sensations I was feeling. My member was fully erect, and the latex paw around it gently stroked me off through my bodysuit; it wouldn't speed up or slow down, but it slowly pumped my cock and massaged my balls. My head lolled about, but I perked up a bit as I watched my legs being pulled apart slightly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw one latex paw take on a thin, phallic shape. I suddenly realized that the latex planned to fuck me, and my mind snapped. I somehow mustered the strength to tear away from the grip the latex had on me, and bolted for the exit. I didn't care if I was embarrassingly turned-on by what was going on; it was wrong, and I wouldn't give in to some wild fantasy!
A large rubber paw suddenly burst out from the pool of latex and clamped around me. My entire body was gripped by this giant appendage, and it forcefully pulled me back to the mirror where it forced me to watch it have its way with me. I screamed bloody murder; every bit of effort was spent in crying for help, shouting at the goo, and pleading with fate to release me, but I was silenced as a wad of latex flew out onto my face and solidified around my mouth. I sobbed; I had no choice but to accept whatever this liquid latex did with me, because by now I had no more strength to fight against it, and I no longer had a voice to cry for help.
The giant paw reshaped itself into a large spherical cage, and I was left deposited inside. More paws reached out and clamped onto my neck, wrists, ankles, and waist. Moments later I was suspended inside of this cage, and my head lulled down as I accepted that there was no escape. I just wanted it all to be over with.
A paw teasingly reached out for my crotch, but I slinked away. I didn't want this. By now my arousal had softened to normal, and I didn't really want it to come back. But I knew I'd get another erection, because I was now the latex's plaything. I had nowhere to go, and nowhere to hide. At that moment I let myself go, and I'd just pretend it never happened after it was all over. And so the paw reached for me again, and I reluctantly let it cup my balls in it's palm. Another paw reached for my cock and began to pet it as if it were a shy kitten. Tears stung the corners of my eyes as my cock grew fully erect once more. It pressed against the inside of my bodysuit, begging to burst through the fabric.
A single, spindly claw reached up and carefully pulled down the zipper of my garment, exposing my taut stomach and chest. Paws crept in and felt about my skin, as if it were examining a new shirt. They caressed my sides, toyed with my nipples, and petted my stomach. I swear the latex was sizing me up, but I couldn't really focus on that. A few paws were snaking up the legs of my bodysuit and down the opening near my crotch, and the latex pooled itself onto my cock and balls. My nostrils flared in pleasure as it formed into another paw and began to stroke my dick. I gave in, let my body go as limp as my restraints would allow me to, and became a slave to my new lover.
I could feel arms snaking up through the back of my shorts as they pooled right below my asshole. I prepared myself for the worst; I knew there was no escaping what would happen next. Latex began to pour into my asshole and snaked up through my inner cavities, much to my relief. For a brief moment I had imagined the latex forming another dildo to pound my ass with, but instead it just streamed inside of me. I could feel it wrapping around and coating my prostate, massaging it tenderly. The latex covering my mouth suddenly liquefied and poured down my throat, and I emitted a moan of intense pleasure. My dick released more pre-cum onto my bodysuit, and I could already feel it becoming slimy by the sheer amount that had dripped from my cock.
By now I had no desire to run, to hide, or complain. I was enjoying this session, despite how weird it all was. A pair of paws glided up my chest and began to pull at the top of my bodysuit, begging to take it off. My own hands were released from the shackles that bound me to the roof of the cage, and I slumped into a kneeling position as I allowed the latex to strip my body bare. The pleasure of it all was so intense, and I could feel myself on the brink of an orgasm, but just as I felt like I would release my load the paws stroking my cock would suddenly stop for a few minutes until the sensation subsided. It was as if the latex knew when I would cum, but it was forcing me not to.
My bodysuit had been pulled down around my waist, so only the shorts of my ensemble covered me. The latex continued to play with my body, bending me every which way. It experimentally teased my nipples, and continued once I emitted a grunt of ecstasy. Every time the latex would find a sweet spot on my body it took advantage of it, as if it was a lover who's only interest was to pleasure me. I began to wish that this would never end.
A few tendrils of latex glided up my body and in through my ears. I was so caught up in the moment of bliss that I didn't notice it at first until my mind began to fog over. The latex on my mind began to play with the inner workings of my brain, and I began to see visions of minotaurs, bulls, and other bovine creatures. I didn't know what it meant, and I ignored it as I focused on the paws playing with my body. I gasped in intense pleasure as the latex covering my prostate gave a firm squeeze. My mind was in a haze as more visions danced through my brain, the latex going to work to prepare me for what was to come next. Part of my brain registered what the latex was telling me, and I knew that the goo wasn't interested in just jacking me off. It was going to change me into something incredible.
I was then pulled back onto the floor as the latex bars of my prison disappeared. They turned into more arms which skillfully slid the rest of my bodysuit off of my hips, and deposited it in front of me. I could see and smell the pre-cum glistening on the inside of my shorts, and I knew it was going to be encrusted with it once it dried. I relaxed into the pool of latex, and allowed the goo to explore and overtake my body; it continued to stream up my asshole, and even up through the slit of my penis. I could feel all of the cum I kept welling up being pushed back into my balls as liquid latex merged with my sperm. My balls stretched out as more latex flowed into them, while more continued to flow into my asshole. I moaned once again, and more latex took the opportunity to enter my mouth. I could feel it sliding down my throat, coating my insides as it traveled down towards my stomach. My insides were all being coated by liquid latex, and I stretched out in total relaxation. I no longer minded what was going on, and I wasn't going to fight it. My curiosity continued to pique as more bovine visions slipped into my mentality, and every now and again I would grin as an enjoyable mental picture formed. The latex on my brain was preparing me for my transformation, unbeknownst to me.
I reached a hand down to my crotch in an attempt to help the process, but as I glanced at my arm I noticed that my veins had turned dark; the latex had entered my bloodstream. I bolted upright into a kneeling position, panic bringing me back to my senses for a moment. What if it was turning me into latex goo? I didn't want to become some puddle! I began to struggle again at the realization that that might happen, but my struggling ceased as an intense sensation flared at the top of my back. I could feel my skin splitting as something grew from it, but I was terrified to imagine what was happening. More so I was overtaken by an intense feeling of ecstasy as a thick black latex spike began to protrude from my split back. I was confused by the sensation, thinking that it should have been painful. More spikes began to form from my back, as they formed into larger spikes as they jutted out from my spine. Each spike's growth caused me to double over in pleasure, my body convulsing with orgasmic reactions. As they lengthened they grew more and more solid, and the tips of them turned maroon to match the front of my hair.
My elbows and knees began to change next. More thick black latex spikes protruded from my skin at those joints, turning maroon at the tips as well. The spikes emerging from my arms seemed as if they a continuation of my biceps, and the spikes on my knees seemed to have extended up from my shins. My groin was ready to burst, and the latex surrounding my crotch wisely covered it completely. Even if I wanted to orgasm I couldn't at this point, because it had nowhere to go. I slumped to the ground as my brain continued to fog over, beckoning me to change more. My mind was racing; I couldn't stop thinking of everything I wasn't, and everything I wanted to be. I was a small guy, and I longed to have a sleek build, with rippling pectorals and a long sexy tail. The latex in my mind was convincing me that becoming a bull was exactly what I wanted, and I agreed with it. I gave in to the latex long ago, and I continued to submit to it as it continued to turn me into a latex being.
The next part I was completely unprepared for; my temples exploded as two thick, black horns burst from my skull on either side. They were somewhat demonic-looking, and the tips of them turned maroon in keeping with the theme. I doubled over, and moaned loudly. It shouldn't have felt so good, but it gave me the sensation of having delivered a mind-blowing orgasm. "What... what's happening to me?" I moaned, on the brink of ecstasy, but still anticipating what was to come next.
The pool of latex began to glide up my body. No longer did it reach out at me with paws; now it traveled up my body and covered me in a thick coating of latex. I could feel it consuming and fusing to my skin, and the tingling sensation that resulted continued to keep me in a state of pure unadulterated bliss. My entire lower body was quickly covered in sleek, shiny, black latex. I reached a hand down to feel my new skin, and emitted an orgasmic gasp at the touch. It took the opportunity to glide onto my fingertips, and quickly traveled up my arms. My torso was being encased in more of the substance, and I could feel my asscheeks flaring as the latex coated it. I could feel a tingling sensation in my lower back, and the latex in my brain forced me to bend over on all fours in preparation of what would happen next.
Moments later a sleek, shiny, black latex tail sprouted from below the small of my back. It was shaped like an average cow's tail, with a tuft of latex fur at the end. I could feel it was attached directly to my spine, which, by now, was probably made of latex as well. I nearly fainted from the intoxicating feeling. I moaned in pure ecstasy, as if I had orgasmed for the first time; apparently growing a latex tail is the same as shooting your load.
Latex continued to creep about my body, and I could see it traveling up my face. I found myself watching my face change in the mirror, and could see it being coated and molded into that of a bull's snout. My face ached slightly as my human features compressed and expanded to allow a bull's skull make-up to transform my own. Gone forever was my face, but instead I had that of a glossy latex bull. The sensations to my face were incredible, and I could feel my load continue to build up with no release. I watched as my ears were also overtaken by latex, and were reshaped into a pair to match my new identity.
I could feel the transformation continue. Latex continued to pour inside of me as it expanded my muscles slightly. I was originally of average height and size, but I could feel this transformation expanding me slightly. My arms were gaining some mass, and I could feel a slight change in height. I felt the latex wrap around my body, cocooning it and fusing to it. I groped my newfound muscles with my own latex hand, an inescapable feeling of delight welling in my heart. I was overjoyed, because I was getting what I wanted: A sleek, taut, beautifully muscular body. I didn't care how it was happening, but I was enjoying the body I was being given.
I laid back down on the ground of the abandoned factory as the transformation went into its final stages. I noticed the latex pouring itself onto my hair, which remained intact, but after closer inspection I realized it had turned each strand of my hair into a fine, thin strand of latex. It wasn't just giving me a latex body, it was turning me completely into a latex being. I stuck out my tongue and noticed it was now made of latex as well, and my teeth were also comprised of a latex material. Everything felt normal, but I just knew I was no longer flesh and blood, but I was now made of some kind of living latex. That realization itself fueled my erection further; it felt good becoming another material.
The next stage of the transformation would be one of the most dramatic parts. I watched with fascination as my legs began to reshape before my eyes. No longer was I going to have a normal human stance, but instead my feet lengthened as my calves shortened. I could feel my knees begin to bend my calves backwards as they took on a digigrade shape, as so many animals of the wild have become accustomed to. My feet continued to lengthen, and my toes began to harden and merge together. They formed distinct hooves, and although I was a little dismayed at the new shape my legs took on I just had to accept it. It'd be easier to deal with conforming to my new body if I just accepted the transformation.
After my legs were complete I admired the transformation's work in the mirror. It was what I wanted; a sleek, muscular body. My latex body gleamed against the moonlight streaming through the windows of the factory, and I could only imagine how breathtaking my silhouette must have been by now. As I was posing my groin finally began to reshape itself right before my eyes. The mound of latex that had bonded with it forced my cock to gain length, girth, and nearly doubled the size of my balls. My eyes grew wide, and I grinned a cocky grin into the mirror. However, the moment was short-lived as the swelling sensation in my crotch was finally allowed to be released through my new latex dick. It just needed a little bit of coaxing. I brought my new latex hand down to my cock, and began to stroke out the very essence of what it had been containing for so long. My body began to squeak slightly as latex rubbed against latex, but it was just music to my ears. I leaned back, and moaned and mewled orgasmically as I stroked myself off. I began to moo lowly as well, my latex-induced mind forcing a bit of a bull's cry out of my mouth. I pulled one muscular arm behind my head and stroked my new latex hair. I was truly in love with my new body.
Finally it happened.
With one final thrust upon my cock my balls nearly exploded as my cum began to fly out and onto the floor. I fell backwards as my body suddenly became limp during my orgasm; what seemed to be gallons upon gallons of liquid latex streamed through my cock, causing me to grunt loudly in bliss. I didn't even care who heard. Gallons of shiny black latex flowed through the slit of my new cock. I groggily pulled myself back up into a pseudo-kneeling/leaning position so I could watch the rest of my orgasm in the mirror. I continued to shoot my immense load; I never wanted this incredible sensation to end.
As I orgasmed my entire body glimmered as a deep maroon tribal tattoo began to cover me. I watched with mild interest as it snaked from my chest to my arms, down my stomach and legs, around my back, across my shoulders, and even onto places I couldn't even see. I knew I was being branded, and I just submitted myself to it. I could sense it the moment it had fused with my brain; this latex had claimed others before me, and if it has its way it will claim others long after me.
I don't know when, but at some point after I had shot every last drop of my latex load I had slumped to the ground and fallen asleep. The transformation was finally complete, and the commotion finally ended. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear my new snout had been curled back into a lazy grin.
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I awoke a few hours after the entire ordeal. At first I thought it was all just a dream, and that I had woken up after nodding off during my candy search. But after glancing at that incredibly convenient mirror I was delighted to see my body was still that of a latex creature. I spent the next little while testing my new body, and found it quite to my liking. I could stand upright, and despite my animalistic shape I still retained a normal human stance. The spikes weren't even that bothersome. In fact, despite how solid they were, they flexed to the side bit when I leaned against a wall while retaining their shape. I tested my new body, and learned I had complete control over my tail. I also realized the fog that had overtaken my brain earlier was gone; I assumed my brain had become latex, or it simply left it alone after the transformation was done. I really wasn't interested in finding out the answer to that, though. I picked up my old bodysuit, and after a fashion I was able to slip it on as a pair of shorts. As much as I loved my new body, I felt the need to keep a bit of my dignity.
After all of the testing I realized my load should have been spilt everywhere. I was still getting over the shock of shooting a pure black latex load, but given my new body I shouldn't be surprised. Everything makes sense. I snooped around the warehouse, and came across the very vat I had spilled earlier. It was sitting upright, and the lid covered it. I removed the lid, and saw it filled to the brim with liquid latex. Oh, how it gave off such a brilliant sheen. I smiled, and whispered a 'thank you' to the liquid. I think it said 'you're welcome,' but it could have just been my imagination.
Even if I was a victim of curiosity, and even if I was branded by the goo, I am happy with this change. So, here is my plea. Will you help me find others who fell victim to the liquid latex... and will you help me find the next victim? I've been here for a few weeks now, scrounging for food (I finally found the candy), and I'm just lonely. I have the goo all ready for whoever comes next, and I guarantee you it will leave you wanting more.
Author's Note: This is the first story I posted on FurAffinity over a year ago. It came about after chatting with a really good transformation artist, LivingCostumes. Honestly, this is the very first fetish story I've ever written, so despite some of the cheesiness and cliche vibes coming from the story I've got a special place in my heart for it. This was almost intended to be a series, but after so long... well, it's not. However, it's a fun scenario, and I hope you enjoy one of my first stories. The character, Kou (right down to Kou's clothing), and the transformation's result is solely LC's imagination running rampant, however the scenario is created by me. Enjoy!