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Diesel huffed as he stopped for a moment on the corner of the block he had just ran, checking his pulse as he gave himself a chance to cool down a little bit from his current jog. Other than him the streets were silent, lit only by the first rays of light that dawn can bring to burn off the dew on the grass he ran through. One of the perks of having a running trail so close to his home was that the gatox didn't have to prep much to go there, which meant he could easily get there in the early morning when no one else was around. He took a moment to breathe in the idyllic scene before him before he took a draw of his water bottle and continued on.

It wasn't long after his break that he found that he wasn't alone on the path, quite suddenly when he rounded a blind corner he nearly got ran over by a lizardman that caused him to stumble backwards and almost fall over. The other male seemed equally surprised by the encounter and as Diesel looked him over his bright blue eyes narrowed slightly in confusion. The man was definitely not dressed for jogging, in fact it looked like he belonged in a lab somewhere as the guy looked around worriedly. He was also holding a metal canister that was slightly bigger than a thermos, one that was suddenly thrusted into Diesel's hands, and when he tried to speak he was shushed by the man.

"I don't have time to explain," the lizardman said breathlessly as he backed away, leaving the container in the grey furred hands of the gatox before he began to run down the path again. "This is a gift for you. Keep it safe!"

For a few seconds Diesel watched the flustered man run before he looked down at the strange package he had just been given. It was stainless steel and had some sort of digital keypad on it with the word unlocked flashing in the small screen above the input. When he looked back up to shout what he was supposed to do with it the lizardman was gone, leaving him one more alone in the silence of the jogging path. With no other recourse or direction on what to do Diesel decided to go home with it, perhaps something he could find on the internet would help him decipher the events that had just happened to him.

As he got to his house he could hear sirens in the distance and part of him wondered if that was in relation to what just happened, though they sounded farther off than his encounter. When he got into his living room Diesel looked once more at the strange metallic object before he set it down on his coffee table, then turned on the television while he showered and then made himself a post-workout breakfast. When he was finished he took his plate of food and went over to his couch, sitting down on it while he looked on the news to see if there was anything about the canister or the lizardman that would help him shine some light on the subject. There was no breaking news though, no sudden alerts that a scientist had stolen plutonium or something like that, and as the regular news began to report with world events he began to wonder if he wasn't being pranked or something like that.

Diesel was just about to turn off the television when the face of the one he had run into appeared on the screen while the cheetah anchorwoman began to talk. "In local news an accident on the corner of 6th and Elm claimed the life of a pedestrian that was walking along the crosswalk early this morning," Diesel's mouth opened slightly in awe as the screen flipped over to the intersection not far from the jogging path where several cars were wrecked and there was a coroner's bag in the middle of it. "Sources say that a malfunction with the street light system is what caused the fatal collision, sending two others to the hospital as well. While identification on the deceased is forthcoming commuters are being instructed to take alternate routes around the affected area."

For a few seconds the gatox just stared at the screen in disbelief as they went on to start talking about the weather for the weekend. Even though it happened less than an hour ago it felt like some bizarre dream more than something that actually happened. It was like he had somehow stepped into the plot of one of those conspiracy theory movies, but that sort of stuff couldn't really happen, could it? The guy was running like crazy, what if it was just some sort of coincidence?

It wasn't long before Diesel looked down at the metal cylinder and that became the focus of his curiosity. If it was true than he wondered what would be so important that it would cause the death of another yet still be something that he would give to a random stranger. With the metal cylinder unlocked it would be easy enough to check and since it didn't look airtight in the first place it was probably not some sort of virus or one of those types of things. He bit his lip as he played back and forth with opening it for several minutes before his curiosity overrode his better judgement and he knelt down in front of the container.

After a few seconds of examination Diesel found that it was a screw top container and since it was already unlocked it was rather easy to pop it open the rest of the way. What he found inside confused him; it appeared to be mostly foam padding around a glass tube with metal bands around it and filled with some sort of black substance. It didn't have any stickers or markings on it that identified it as dangerous and when he pulled it out of its container it appeared there was no way to even get to what was inside without breaking it. A more careful examination though did reveal to the gatox that there were two spring platforms on the ends of the tube, which gave him a guess that pushing them in allowed them to get at whatever was inside.

Just as the gatox was about to set the tube back into its holding place a strange thought occurred to him... well, it was less than a thought and more of a feeling. It felt like there was something inside that was struggling to get out as he held it there in his hands. As he continued to stare at the blackness inside he could see that it was a liquid now, the shiny contours showing the flow of the material inside as he continued to hold it. The longer he held it the more he began to feel the distress like something was trapped that needed to get out, that had to get out. Diesel could feel his nostrils flair as his breathing quickened, his fingers quivering at the ends of the tube as they slowly pushed in the two spring platforms as the howling madness of being trapped began to overwhelm his very psyche!

Click.

The second the two pieces of metal were pushed back far enough a second pair of spring-loaded mechanisms popped out and clamped around Diesel's fingers, not only securing them inside the tube but also beginning to release the contents of the tube onto him. That irrational alien feeling of trapped loneliness was replaced with his own fear at what he had just done as he attempted to extract his fingers from the tube. Whatever had fastened around them held tight however and as he continued to struggle the shiny black substance began to spread over and take the coloration of his dark grey fur. He could feel tendrils of the substance snake against his skin as the material quickly spread up his arms towards his shoulders.

Eventually the glass tube did dislodge from his fingers but by that time the contents of the tube had already completely transferred out of it onto his body. Diesel was at a loss for what to do and he froze in a mixture of panic and fear, especially when he began to feel his arms bulk up with added muscle while the dark gray substance slid over his forearms and moved to his biceps. At that point it looked like he was wearing rubber gloves as claws began to form on his fingers, the digits shivering as he could feel them growing on them like they were his own. His eyes widened in shock as his hands flexed several times, mostly because he hadn't told them to do that as the alien rubber thickened his upper arms while spreading down his chest and back and adopting the light grey color where it was on his fur.

Friend... once more the strange sensation was felt by the gatox as he finally attempted to stand to try and get up, only to fall forward and have the rubber-covered arms catch him on his coffee table. When Diesel tried to do it again he found his clawed fingers had dug themselves into the cheap wood of his furniture, refusing to let go as his back and chest bulged with new muscle. It felt like someone was stretching him from the inside out as if his skin was made of rubber, which as more of the strange substance spread began to become more pronounced. He kicked out his couch as he tried to move his legs to push him towards the phone but before he could make any progress he felt something push its way out form his growing pectorals.

He looked down to see a tentacle of the black ooze form between his chest and extend out between his goo-covered arms as it became harder to move even the non-assimilated parts of his body. In the back of his mind he realized that whatever it was had fused to the nerves of his spine and was taking control of his body, though how he came to that conclusion he didn't know. What he was more concerned with was the tentacle that continued to move its tip towards him, dripping with the dark grey slime that continued to cover the rest of his body. When it tried to push into his mouth Diesel managed to move his head out of the way, and managed to dodge twice more before the tentacle coiled around his neck and slithered up his jaw to push into his restrained mouth.

Diesel let out a muffled cry as he felt it push its way into his muzzle, unable to do anything about it but huff through his nose. The second the substance touched his untainted flesh it began to spread more and the feelings he had been experiencing began to crystallize into a complete entity separate from his own. Tendrils of alien thought began to flash in the gatox's mind as more of his body was covered, the rubber goo dripping down his back to cover his furry reptilian tail as it began to pool around his groin. The second the rubber touched the bright blue of his crotch it shifted its color to match, a wave of pleasure cascading through his system despite the fact that his body had been hijacked by some sort of ooze creature.

Pleasure... this time it was more than a feeling, Diesel could hear an actual voice whisper in his head as the rubber tentacle pushed its way into his throat. The gatox could feel more tendrils of the alien creature, both physically, and mentally, creep up his neck and into his brain as his eyes rolled back into his head. The thick goo rose up from his neck and began to creep over his head as the alien creature took more control to the point where Diesel could feel the alien's thoughts in his own mind. Despite the pleasure he felt a creeping fear that he was about to be completely consumed in every aspect by this creature that had taken him over. The next second however he felt those fears get drained away, as though he was being reassured that such a thing was not going to happen to him as his muzzle was completely covered by the goo inside and out.

"I assure you no such fate will befall you," a deep, growly voice said, Diesel feeling his own mouth move to form the words as the tentacle that had gagged him melted into his throat and maw. "I have been taught that combining euphoria with what would be a potentially unnerving experience eases the transition of bonding, I shall do that for you now."

Euphoria? Transition of bonding? None of these words meant anything to the gatox but as soon as the creature finished what he had said he felt something begin to happen between his legs. If Diesel had control over his mouth he would have moaned as the rubber that had completely converted his cock began to stimulate itself.

When he looked down he could see that his normally smooth shaft now had a number of ridges, was longer, and had more girth, which made it look like he had some sort of sex toy between his legs as the rubber undulated from tip to root. This pleasure was compounded by the rubber that had covered his rear, the orbs of his cheeks expanding from the goo's influence as something began to push its way inside it. Though he couldn't see it Diesel realized that whatever this rubber thing was it had made a replica of the throbbing cock between his mutated legs and was now using it to pleasure themselves...

Themselves... something felt off but also right about saying that, though the shock of it caused Diesel a moment of clarity. This creature, whatever it was, had been taking him over, and if he wanted any chance of survival he would have to attempt to fight the haze of lust that it was trying to drown him in. But as his new muscles continued to flex with every self-penetration he was quickly coming to the conclusion of it being a losing battle. By this point the gatox that had been sitting on the couch was gone, replaced with a muscular rubberized version of it as the last of his toes were covered and thickened under the creature's influence. The last thing to go was his head, and the deeper he was pulled down into the mires of pleasure the further it pushed to coat the last of him.

Diesel moaned in his new voice as his entire body began to shake, the expert coaxing of the goo creature covering him causing his climax to build as his blue and white inner ears were coated. The gatox could feel more tendrils of the shiny latex pushing into his skull from there as the eyes became the last thing to get covered. At that point the television faded to black and those still exposed eyes grew wide when he saw his warped rubber face in the blank screen, a long rubber tongue wiggling from his own grinning muzzle. It was right then the rubber turned blue and coated them, leaving him with a mask-like face of light grey and blue rubber that roared as he came hard. His transformed seed splattered on the hardwood floor as Diesel blacked out from the overwhelming sensation, the last thing he remembered was a single word that flashed in his mind before he sank into the depths of unconsciousness...

Symbiote...

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When Diesel awoke once again it was with a gasp, the gatox looking around as the events of what had just happened crashed down around him. When he looked at himself and found his own grey fur and fleshy form his immediate first thought was the hope that what he had just experienced was a particularly intense sex dream, but as he looked around he quickly found that not to be the case. A pool of dried blue latex was on the floor in front of the coffee table that had deep gouges furrowed into it, and sitting next to that was the empty tube and the metal container that it had come in. When he realized that what had happened to him was very real it was punctuated with a deep laughter that seemed to echo inside his skull.

"I was wondering when you were going to wake up," the voice said as Diesel staggered to his feet. "Here I thought I might have broken you, which would have been most unfortunate. That was why I retracted myself into your body for when you awoke as well as dressed."

"Wh... what did you do to me," the gatox said as he slowly moved to his bedroom, his body feeling foreign to him despite looking exactly the same as before. "Who was that person in the park?" Suddenly Diesel had to stop as a series of images flashed in his mind's eye, that of the lizardman he had encountered in the park working in a lab on what he imagined was the thing that possessed him. "So he was a scientist that created you... I don't know how to say this, but... he's..."

"Dead, I know." The symbiote replied, something that shocked the gatox since he learned of it before their merging. "I took the liberty of looking through your thoughts while waiting for you to come back. Which, I might add, I think we're going to have a lot of fun together."

Diesel could feel himself blush as he made it to his bedroom and flopped down on his bed. "You... can't just look through people's thoughts like that," the gatox tried to rebuke, though as he did he could feel the symbiote inside him begin to squirm that caused his entire body to curl in pleasure. "If you don't like that then maybe you should just leave our body... leave our... our body..."

"This body is just as much mine as it is yours now," the symbiote said mentally as he could feel it begin to reassert itself until the fur and flesh that Diesel was used to. "I don't think you'll mind though, you'll find that it comes with certain... benefits that you can't get with your old form. For example..."

Diesel let out a small gasp of surprise as his hand reached up into the air while shiny rubber quickly covered over the appendage. The feeling was intense as he once more had the arm of the symbiote just like during his initial transformation, though as he watched he could feel his fingers begin to melt together. His arms stretched out to unnatural proportions as his useless hand grew more conical and the tips of his fingers formed into the end of a tentacle arm. As Diesel tried to gain control of the transformed appendage it snaked its way to his shorts and pulled them off in one fell swoop, doing the same to his shirt to leave him naked on the bed.

"You can't just do what you want to me," Diesel tried to warn as he tried not to get distracted by the rubber covering his cock once again.

"Oh but I can," the symbiote mentally rebuked once more as that tentacle arm formed back into the old version of itself, but still remained out of the gatox's control as it reached down and began to stroke the fully erect latex member between his legs. "I've seen the deepest recesses of your mind and I know that you'll be a good host and do what I want, not because I force you to but because you want me too." Diesel felt his cheek burn with embarrassment when the creature accused him of such enjoyment of an act, but the gatox couldn't bring himself to deny it. "We're going to be so good together, you'll see."

"I... won't just be some host..." Diesel grimaced as the symbiote continued to tease the rubbery flesh of their cock, trying to not to acknowledge how good it felt to have the creature take control. "You... you suck..." The gatox huffed, then inhaled sharply as more of his body suddenly fell under the alien's control.

"I can make that happen," the symbiote said simply as Diesel could feel him grin.

The gatox writhed in sheer ecstasy as the ooze creature began to shift around inside of him, feeling the symbiote get ready to take matters into his own hands. He could feel his jaw stretch and expand as rubber covered his head, giving him the alien appearance once more as the symbiote manifested itself. Though the rest of his body remained furred in nature he could feel the rubber that was his spine flex unnaturally. At this point Diesel's body was no longer his own; the symbiote had taken over and now it was going to show him what he meant as that rubber tentacle tongue of his stretched out. The gatox felt their head get bent forward and as their hands, which had been turned to clawed latex, looped around their thighs the tentacle-like appendage begin to coil around the head of their cock.

Both host and symbiote reveled in the pleasure of their self-blowjob as Diesel found himself with his synthetic muzzle against his own groin. The tongue wrapped around the bright blue cock and guided it into his own mouth and it was the most surreal and amazing thing that Diesel had ever felt in his life. As the rubber maw began to suck on that thick shaft he realized that he was one doing the sucking, but even when he had control of his transformed head again all he could do was keep bobbing his flexible neck up and down the smooth, shiny shaft. With his head nestled between his thighs he could see the symbiote's rubber manifesting not only there but also on his tail. It was clear that the one that controlled his body was not merely satisfied with their self-sucking as the fur on the tip of their tail melted and formed into rubber while it drifted towards his exposed hole.

Diesel let out a muffled grunt and tried to pull back when his own tail began to penetrate him, but like an invisible hand pressed against the back of his head he found his muzzle drift down all the way to the root of his maleness. It had gotten to the point where the head of his throbbing member was lodged deep in his throat, which normally would have choked him but thanks to the unusual composition of the symbiotic transformation it clung around it. The symbiote had him locked into his realm of pleasure as the latex tail pushed deeper into his hole, stretching it out as the lewd creature transformed it into a familiar phallic shape. It was clear that the symbiote was not going to relinquish control of the cock tail as it began to thrust deep into their body and caused them both to groan in pleasure.

"Now you see..." The symbiote whispered in Diesel's mind as the pleasure continued to subsumed the gatox. "You see the pleasure I can bring you. All you have to do is be a good host... subsume to my will and I will show you such wonderful things that you can't even imagine."

It was hard for Diesel to focus on what the symbiote was saying as he drooled over his own cock as it was plunged into his maw. What the gatox found most surreal was how much sense the symbiote made... it was so wonderful to be enthralled in such pleasure and it was this rubber creature that gave it to him. What was wrong with having someone like him in their life... one that could change his body as the cock continued to pump deep inside his tailhole. He was so lost in lust that now there was only the symbiote's voice to guide him, to show him the way if he just allowed himself to listen...

Time was lost between the two creatures as they continued to pleasure themselves in their shared body, but eventually Diesel found himself experiencing his first orgasm fully bonded to the symbiote. Rubbery cum filled his maw and drained down his throat as he felt his tailhole get filled as well, the symbiote groaning in pleasure in his mind as Diesel was able to do the same around his cock. It was too much for the gatox and he fell back onto the bed, his cock still spurting the bright blue latex that fell on both fur and rubber. As he laid there panting the foot-long tongue slid around his face before retreating back into his mouth.

When Diesel regained the energy, which was much faster than usual, he slowly stood up and went to the bathroom to look himself in the mirror. His reflection was almost frightening as he saw his entire head covered in dark grey rubber, save for his eyes and his inner ears that maintained their blue and white coloration. His hands, feet, and tail were also completely rubberized and looked alien on his otherwise furred body. Eventually as he stood there though he watched the shiny material recede and with it the symbiotic form that was molded from it. The head was the strangest to watch, it was like the symbiote was pulling its own face back as it revealed his own face underneath.

"This... is still unreal..." Diesel said as he looked at his normal body once again.

"I'm sure it'll take some time to get used to," the symbiote replied in Diesel's mind as the edges of his muzzle curled up into a grin that wasn't his own. "But since I have no intention on giving you up and I'm sure you have no want to perish yourself we're going to have plenty of time to do so."

Though the words themselves were spoken innocuously enough the meaning behind him caused his blood to turn to ice in his veins. "What do you mean, perish?" Diesel asked. "Are you going to kill me?"

"I would never do such a thing to such a wonderful host," the symbiote responded. "But the ones that the scientist stole me from would certainly want to dissect you in order to try and reclaim their property, as well as the added benefit to see how our symbiosis works. After all do you really think that the death of one of their most prominent scientists, one that they likely considered to be an invaluable asset, just happened to die by accident the same day he stole me from their clutches."

Up to that point Diesel hadn't tried to think about the fate of the lizardman that had given him the package, but now that it was brought up to him he realized that their fates had been tied in more ways than one. "I don't suppose that we have a choice then but to live with one another," Diesel sighed. "Do you have a name even though? And why did the scientist steal you away from wherever you came from in the first place?"

"We'll deal with such formalities later," the symbiote stated simply. "For now I think we should continue to see just how well we work together."