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A New Rubber You

For Sanmer

By Draconicon

Gene-slamming ended up doing more for the world than anyone had expected. Not just in the way of giving people new lives, but giving them ways of protecting themselves that nobody had ever dreamed of. Greater muscle, greater stamina, and more meant that the average citizen was more likely to be able to fight than before, and even with muggers being more powerful, too, it meant that random citizens would often have a group ready to fight with them.

The world started to get a bit more peaceful. Never completely better, of course, but better enough that Streex ended up being more out of a job than he expected. He and the other Street Sharks had been given the chance to have a normal life, and he was still getting used to that.

The blue tiger shark stood at the edge of the skate park, looking at the various species that were sliding up and down the rails, riding the tubes, and flying across the concrete. There were all sorts of people, even a human here and there, though they were rarer than ever. Gene-slamming had all but eliminated them.

He chuckled, tapping the wheels of his rollerblades as he looked for a good place to start. It had been a while since he'd really let loose, and he wanted to show off. Let everyone see what a real Street Shark could do.

The hiss-rumble of wheels drowned out everything else as tigers, wolves, and more ruled the park, some of them pulling off tricks no human would have been able to do without screwing themselves over with the g-forces. 1080s on the half-pipes were getting beaten on the daily, and some of them were going up to almost double that.

Streex chuckled. The competition was getting better.

Just as he was about to get started, though, a rat went flying overhead. Everyone cleared a path, the rodent hitting the pavement and bouncing, hard. Streex winced, changing course for the rat.

"You okay?" he shouted, half-expecting to see the smaller guy with a bunch of teeth missing and fur scraped off.

"Yeah, fine."

Instead, the rat sat up with nothing wrong in the slightest. The rodent's face looked perfectly fine, and he still had all his teeth, despite faceplanting right into the concrete. His muzzle didn't look broken, either, which seemed completely impossible.

Streex's surprise must have shown on his face, because the rat chuckled.

"What, thought I'd be a pizza face?"

"More like roadkill. What the hell?"

"There's a shop over there. Makes you all kinds of hard to hurt. You should check it out, man; we're all getting in on it."

A shop that made it harder to get hurt? That didn't sound right. Or possible, for that matter.

Wonder if someone's pulling something fishy...

After he was completely sure that the rat was okay - he was - Streex walked across the park to the little stand that the rodent had pointed out. It was little more than a cart that had a full roof, but it was still a stand, and there was a white fox standing behind it. The vulpine salesman chuckled as he approached, bowing his head a couple of times.

"Always good to see a customer. How can I help you?"

"Somebody told me that you're selling stuff that makes it harder for people to get hurt. What the heck's that about?"

"Oh, you haven't heard?"

Streex shook his head.

"Then come around to the other side. I've got diagrams."

"...Diagrams?"

"Well, some people need convincing. Come on."

The fox shut the front of the stand, and Streex could hear him moving around inside of the little mobile hut. Shaking his head, the tiger shark walked around, finding the fox in the process of unfolding a few of the back panels of the thing. Various pictures and charts were laid out on the wooden panels, most of which were well beyond his understanding, and well outside of his expertise.

It must have shown on his face, too, because the fox chuckled.

"Ah, not a scientist, are we?"

"Not...really."

"That's alright. Most of us aren't."

The fox scrapped the different charts, pushing them out of the way and back in the stand. Instead, the white-furred fox hopped down, pulling on his vest and tugging his pants up a bit.

"So, you want to know how I'm keeping people safe."

"How you say you're doing it, anyway," Streex said.

"It's simple. Latex nanites."

"...What?"

"Latex nanites. They're all the rage, now that we have a way to control them. It turns your body soft and supple, and it means that your body can change so that there's nothing there to break if you get hit."

That was an impossible sort of leap in technology, as far as he was aware. His maker had never even implied that sort of thing was possible, and gene-slamming had only recently gotten safe enough to use on more people. How the hell...

Yet, he supposed that it was technically possible. It wasn't changing someone to an entirely different lifeform. It just turned parts of a person into something soft and rubbery before turning them back. It wasn't the same life-altering sort of transformation that gene-slamming was, and it was probably safer for the average person, too.

But still...

He looked at the fox, realizing that there was something slightly off about him, too. He cocked his head to the side, trying to figure it out, but the salesman was one step ahead of him.

"Heh, you see it, huh?"

"See what?"

"The latex."

Without warning, two tendrils popped out of the fox's shoulders, thrusting up and out like some sort of monster gaining tentacles. Streex jumped back out of instinct, his hands going up in a defensive pose, but the fox just laughed.

"Hey, hey, relax. It's just a show."

"You can do that? How..."

"I told you. Nanites."

One of the tendrils reached into the stand, pulling out a box from inside. It was black-colored with red lettering across it, almost like some sort of 'rad' version of a different product. The fox dangled it in front of him.

"Here. You're a famous superhero, after all; maybe you can be some sort of advertisement for me."

"Why would I want that?"

"You saw it work, didn't you?"

He had, and it was remarkably, scarily effective. The idea that the rat had been able to just take that fall and get right back up was something that should have been reserved for a superhero, people that needed to have that 'get back in the fight' energy. Some random kid, or some punk that managed to get their hands on this...

Well, if he didn't have it before, he'd need it now. If only for an equalizer.

He started to reach for it, but the fox pulled it away at the last second.

"Actually, why don't I sweeten the deal? How would you like the premium version?"

"What's different about that?"

"Well, in addition to making sure it softens all the blows you take, not to mention the fashion variety..." The fox ran his hand down his middle, and his shirt changed color, cut, and shape, becoming less of a vest and more of a jacket, with a suit and tie under it. "Fancy, yeah?"

"Wow. Yeah."

"Well, in addition to all that, you get the tentacles and a bit of latex manipulation. Can't fit into a small hole? This'll stretch you out until you can. Want to make yourself a bit more buff but can't figure out how to make the time for a workout? This'll fix that, too, letting you push some mass into your arms or chest."

"..."

"You want it, big guy?"

"Hell yeah."

He took the box, opening it up. There wasn't much in there, just a couple of pills and an armband. He blinked, holding them up.

"The armband makes sure that everything stays stable, while the pills introduce the nanites," the fox explained. "If you really like it, I can give you something else to give you more control, but that's after you get used to the premium version."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

Streex was surprised that it was so uncomplicated, so simple. The last time that he had gone to see a gene-slamming done in the city, it had taken four rows of super-computers, ten doctors, and a collection of chemicals that was so complicated that he had never been able to name even one of them, let alone the actual concoction. The fact that this fox was selling something that anyone could use felt like it should have been setting off alarm bells in his head.

But instead, he just went with it. After all, he was still one of the Street Sharks. If anything went bad, he had friends he could turn to.

He popped the pills and slid the armband on, and almost instantly, he could feel something working in his gut. Groaning, the tiger shark leaned against the side of the fox's little stand, shaking his head.

"Mmph...what..."

"Don't worry. That's just the nanites getting started. It's a bit weird at first, but I promise, it's going to make you feel like a whole new you."

That was a phrase that he had heard more than once, mostly from scientists that were getting ready to transform other people. He groaned, turning slightly so he could rest his back against the stand, taking a few deep breaths as he tried to wait it out.

It felt weird, his stomach feeling tight, then relaxed, almost loose. The feeling went up through his body, everything going tight, then loose, then tight again, like something had been stretched out as far as it would go and then pulled back in. His skin felt like it was too warm for a few seconds, a rolling wave of heat going out from his middle before it cooled to normal, and then a bit further from that.

He reached up to his chest as he felt it spreading along his muscles, pressing down on his pecs. He had always had some pretty hard muscles there, and was used to his body resisting any sort of outside pressure, forming almost armor-like slabs of muscle there.

Instead of pushing him away this time, his skin sunk in, relaxing and giving way to the pressure of his fingers.

Streex stared, pulling his hand back immediately. His pec stayed dimpled for a moment, then slowly pushed back up, the dent disappearing seconds later. He stared at the spot, half-sure that he had imagined it.

He ran his hand down to his stomach, then up to his chest again. He was a bit top-heavy with muscle, but what if he...

Pressing his hands against the sides of his chest, he pushed in and then down. His body seemed to condense, his chest collapsing and thinning slightly, and the mass and muscle going down -

POOOMF!

Until his lower torso suddenly expanded, filling in with the mass that he pushed down from his upper body. For the first time in a long time, he wasn't just a big-headed, big-topped freak.

Streex could hardly believe what this was letting him do. He could literally transform how he looked just by pushing down on himself. This was the power of the premium version of this latex thing? The more he did, the more impossible it felt.

He was almost thankful when his body suddenly seemed to reverse course, the mass going right back up to his chest and up to his shoulders again. The thickening feeling was strange, almost...pleasurable, in a weird way, and he shivered as he felt it sliding back into place. Despite how soft everything was, when he focused on it, it actually felt a bit more...sensitive. It was weird.

Before he could ask the fox anything else, the white-furred vulpine gave him a light push towards the skate-park.

"Heh, get out there. You have fun, and let everyone see what the premium version is like."

"Trying to sell that much, are you?"

"Just making a living."

Shaking his head, Streex turned his attention back to the park. He had come to show off, after all. He might as well get some time in with that. And now that he had the latex to keep him from ending the day with a wipe-out...

The tiger shark grinned. It was time to see just how far he could push himself.

It was as good a workout as he had ever gotten, and better than most. The feeling of gravity pulling on him had almost felt less, like he was lighter, and he swore that the spins hadn't affected his head nearly as much as it had done in the past. Each jump into the air felt like it stretched him further, like he was getting more air time, and when he landed, there was far less of an impact than he was expecting, the shock through his rollerblades never quite coming.

And when he did lose control, it didn't even make him wince. He already had the gene-slamming effect of having less of a pain reflex than a human, but this was something different. This was something better.

For all his misgivings about this power being given to the average person, he couldn't deny that it was completely useful for someone like him. He didn't even hesitate when he got back to his feet and went back to skating. There was no need to rest for a second or pull himself back together; he was just ready.

He could already imagine what this could do for him in a fight, and he almost hoped that someone would try and mug him on the way home.

It didn't happen, of course, but then again, there was no real chance of someone thinking that a Street Shark would be easy prey. There'd been a few after gene-slamming went public that decided to try their luck, but...well, there was a difference between early gene-slamming and public gene-slamming. The latter ones were good, more stable, but they were less super-powered. A tiger that tried attacking him would still get mauled almost as bad as a human would.

Streex arrived at his apartment to find it empty. Good.

The tiger shark left his blades at the door, starting to reach for his pants before pausing. He remembered that the fox had just gestured - maybe even just thought - at his clothes, and they'd disappeared. What if he...

Streex thought about being naked, and his clothes were just pulled right into his body. He could almost feel them inside him, still, not like a physical thing, but more just an awareness that they were there. It was a weird, slightly disturbing feeling, and he wasn't entirely sure that he liked it, but something else formed a welcome distraction almost as soon as they disappeared.

His cocks had been vaguely hard ever since the halfway point of his 'workout' at the skate park, and there was something about the adrenaline pumping through his system that refused to entirely fade. It was as if the energy that he'd built up had been retained in the latex more than it normally would hang around in his system, and it had him all sorts of pent-up.

The shark threw himself down on the couch, panting softly as he sat in the nude. The realization that he could probably just keep himself naked and 'create' clothes over his body with this sort of latex pill was hot as hell, and he imagined just walking down the street in the nude, his twin cocks swaying, then hardening. He could throw on some sort of shorts anytime, hide if someone walked around the corner, but his cocks would be completely free under that, waiting to come out the minute that someone wasn't looking.

He could be completely open, completely perverted as much as he wanted, and nobody would ever know.

His twin cocks slowly continued their rise up, and he watched them. He was half-sure that he could see that they weren't entirely flesh anymore, that there was a slight dribble along the side that hadn't been there before. Was that the latex, or was he just that horny that a vein was showing? Who knew?

I could be even bigger, too, he thought, and that was enough to push his cocks to full size. I could push some stuff up from my legs, or my chest, make it go into my dicks instead of...

He groaned, his cocks twitching eagerly, and he knew that he needed to do something about those hard-ons or they were going to keep him up all night. He needed to do something, or they were going to spurt all over the living room.

So, he leaned back, pulling them against his chest with one hand per cock. Even with his size, he normally would rub them together, making sure that they both got all the stimulation that they needed. Didn't help that they were both rather long, big cocks that needed both hands to tend to just one of them properly, let alone both.

As he gripped them, he shivered, huffing softly. Just like the fox had promised, thinking about them, focusing on the feeling, only seemed to make them more sensitive. Just one stroke, and he was shivering from head to toe, his mouth hanging open, his tongue starting to loll out of his mouth.

"Holy..."

He was tingling, tingling from pleasure, everything just feeling...better, he supposed, than it usually did. It was like his nerves were right out there on the surface, as if everything was just stronger than usual. He looked down, one breath puffing right over his left cock -

"Nnngh!"

And just like that, he was gasping in shocked pleasure, thumping his ankles into the floor.

"Wow...just...wow..."

That had felt almost like giving himself oral. Just how sensitive had he become? Just how much was this suit doing to him?

A lot, and perhaps not enough. He was still hard as a rock, but he wasn't dripping just yet. He still had a long way to go, and he had no idea how long it was going to take to get where he was going.

Still huffing and puffing, he grabbed his dicks again, forcing them against each other. It wasn't the first time his dicks had touched each other, nor the first time that they had been frotted. He'd done that with Moby Lick more than a few times, even though it had been a long time since they'd seen each other.

Thinking of that orca made him wonder how it would feel to be pressed against him like this. So sensitive, so eager, so horny. The idea of being made to grind against that big wet male right now was...well, hot as fuck.

He groaned as he stroked himself slowly, taking his time so that he didn't blow his load right then and there. It was a real risk, considering how sensitive the latex made him, and he didn't want to crush his cocks, or make himself go over the edge when he wanted to wait and enjoy this.

"Ooooh...yeah..."

That was what he was looking for. That intense, rolling pleasure that tingled up and down his cocks. Streex closed his eyes tightly, imagining Moby Lick there with him. The long-tongued orca would be standing right over him, the pair of them frotting against each other, the orca's cock sliding between his pair, the two of them hugging and holding each other...

And Moby licking him, licking him all -

"Ah..."

Oh, he swore he could feel it, almost like the pressure of the latex around him was giving him a lick itself. One lick, two, three, working down his legs towards his thighs, and then towards his taint. He groaned under his breath, swearing that it was real, even though he knew it was only in his head. This wasn't -

"Ah!"

Streex gasped, having to take his hands off his cocks as he imagined Moby's tongue going inside of him. The sudden thrust up his hole felt so realistic that he had to stop, had to open his eyes. Was Moby...

No, the orca wasn't there, but the sensation sure as hell was. He struggled to get to his feet, waddling along as the feeling of something shoved up his ass slowly faded away. It took longer than he expected, and it felt...it felt weirdly good, almost like something was sliding out of him, like a toy or a plug coming loose.

He made it to the bathroom and turned around, holding his ass cheeks apart as he looked over his shoulder. Once again, he started imagining Moby's tongue back there again, wondering if he -

"AH!"

Streex gasped, almost rocked up onto his tiptoes as he imagined Moby's tongue ramming up his ass, fucking him like a cock might, and this time, he saw it. He saw his hole pull inwards, saw his hole open up as if some ghost was fucking him right then and there. His cocks throbbed, spitting pre across the bathroom, hitting the shower curtain, almost soaking their way through it as he wobbled forward.

Even as he had to lean against the wall, he watched his hole open and close, feeling the rhythm match what he was seeing. There was something impossible about all of this, but it was all the better for it. It fit a fantasy that he hadn't even known he had.

Streex had to force himself to stop thinking about it before it got out of hand, huffing and puffing softly as he felt the thrusting orca tongue leave his hole. That had been...well, intense, was the smallest word for it, but amazing was accurate as well. He wanted to feel more of that, to have something...thicker...back there.

Could I...could I go for that...

He and Moby had never gone quite that far. Tongue and hands had been all they'd done before, but more than once, Streex had wondered how it would feel to have the orca on top of him in a different way, putting that cock to use the way that it was meant to be used. That thing was too big for just a mouth.

Knowing he needed somewhere more comfortable than the bathroom, he went to the bedroom. There was another mirror there, a place he could see what was happening while he laid back to enjoy himself.

Flopping down on the bed, he reached for his cocks again. They were hard as hell, but not yet wet. The tips were open, almost like they were drooling pre, but he didn't see any, nor did he smell any.

Doesn't matter. Think of him.

Moby. A hot, sexy orca...

He imagined Moby over him, and he swore that his latex body imitated the weight of the big guy, the pressure of the orca on top of him. He imagined that thick, hard cock between his ass cheeks, and he swore that he could feel that tip pressing against him.

He imagined it inside of him, and he almost screamed in bliss.

"AH!"

Streex arched his back against the sheets, thrusting up against his hands even as he felt the phantom of Moby's cock slamming into him, each thrust pushing him right up to the edge even as he squeezed around the base of his cocks to keep them from exploding. He wanted this to last, but god, he didn't know if he could make that happen.

In, out, in, out, that thrusting went, and his hands kept stopping in their strokes. He had to pinch, had to squeeze, had to do anything to slow it down. He was so sensitive, so needy, so slick and smooth.

It was like he was lubed all over his body, his hands gliding over his flesh in a way that they had never done before. It was so easy to stroke, and each time he did, he felt a phantom sensation. More than just the dick in his hole, but the feeling of a tongue licking around his cocks, helping him get closer and closer to that orgasm that he wanted so badly.

The shark kept arching his back against his bed, feeling as if he was stretching further and further, his latex body getting more and more...elongated. He was getting fucked by something that wasn't there, he was stretching out his body, he was...he was acting like a fuck-toy, and he loved it.

Moaning at the top of his lungs, he rolled onto his side, his imagination taking Moby with him. The orca 'mounted' his leg, thrusting into him, and he could almost feel his leg being held upright by the orca right then and there. He looked at the mirror, saw his hole opening, stretching, getting pounded by the thick orca cock that was there in his mind's eye.

There was none of the hot friction-filled thrusting that he had heard of from other people that had gotten fucked. None of the heat and pain and worry. Only the feeling of being open, the feeling of something slamming into him again and again. No pain, only pleasure, overwhelming, massive pleasure.

Streex groaned, humping his hands, thrusting back against the nonexistent cock, feeling both pummel at him, fuck him, use him. In and out, in and out, pushing himself right to the edge over and over again.

He kept it up for almost three hours before he could no longer take it. With one last thrust, Streex rolled onto his back again, slammed his ass down as if Moby was right under him -

"NNNNNGH!"

And came with a roar of pleasure, his cocks exploding with seed, showering him in it. It must have been double, triple what he normally came, but that was all the better for it. He roared for the entire orgasm, writhing and thrashing about, soaking himself with cum. There was something off about it, something wrong, but did he care? No.

He finally collapsed at the end of it, his eyes closing, his vision fading. However this had happened, he couldn't wait to feel it again.

As the shark drifted off, however, the seed that he had spilled was slowly collected by the latex nanites in his body. They pulled it together from all across his flesh, dragging it towards his stomach, then down to his balls. It disappeared into him, sinking through his flesh until nothing remained.

And there, under his balls, right where the back of his sac met his taint, something else appeared. Something smooth, small, and almost impossible to see unless you had your nose jammed right up in the shark's taint.

A little white mark. A notch in the latex flesh, almost like a mark of ownership.

Beep, beep, beep.

The white-furred fox looked up from the newspaper in his lap, smiling to himself. One of his suits had been pushed from phase one to phase two. But which?

He reached for his cell phone, flicking through the various security apps that he'd put on it to keep the nosy people out. The NSA, the CIA, the FBI, probably a couple dozen local and international ones as well regularly tried to snoop on him - and broke their own laws in doing so, it must be said - so he kept plenty of back-up on his phone to make sure that they never got through to the important stuff.

On the downside, it meant that it took forever to actually use it, which was why he kept all the essentials on a different device.

Eventually, the fox got down to the core apps, flicking one of them open. He scrolled down the screen, going by the different skaters that had gotten the trial version, and went down to the list of those that were wearing the premium version.

"Not you, not you, not you..."

He'd snagged a couple of people today, from a politician that was afraid of being taken down by a lucky assassin - paranoid people were always fun - to a police chief that wanted to try out something new to protect his people, and was willing to be a guinea pig for it. None of them had been the right one, though, but -

"Oh, you!"

The fox grinned, leaning back as he saw the name attached. Streex, the Street Shark that he'd encountered down at the skate park. That was a welcome surprise; he'd thought that the tiger shark would be at least another couple of days before he gave in to those sorts of temptations.

Let's see how we're doing...

He opened the suit livestream, and gained a view of the sleeping shark. A rewind showed him what the big guy had been doing for hours, and the fox's grin grew bigger and bigger as he watched the big guy stroke his cocks, play with his hole, and generally show off more than any cam-whore generally would for a free audience.

Groping himself, he saw the shark moaning something to himself, opening and closing his mouth but definitely mouthing a name. He cocked his head to the side, turning on the volume for his phone.

"Moby...oh...Moby..."

"Moby, hmm?"

There weren't many people that went by the nickname 'Moby', and only one person that had it as a name. The fox smiled to himself, already imagining what would happen when Streex woke up. That session would be the first of many, the latex nanites making sure that it felt too good to not do it again, to not take it further.

The white mark was already established. Eventually, that would spread further. Sooner or later, the white mark would be visible enough for Streex to notice, but by that time, the fox would have total control over him through all the nanites in his body. All the pleasure that the Street Shark could want would be his for the asking...as long as he was a good, obedient tiger shark, that was.

Chuckling to himself, the fox put his phone down and went back to his newspaper. Tomorrow, he was almost sure that Streex would show up at his little stand again, wanting to buy a new premium version of the latex pills and nanites. This time, however, it wouldn't be for him, but for a friend.

Looks like I'm getting a super-team of my own. A team of super perverts, that is, he thought with a chuckle and a little throb between his legs. Patience, patience. A little bit longer, and all of them will be under me, and I can enjoy them then.

The End