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Lair of the Latexmancer

For NickShark1

By Draconicon

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Jasmine barely managed to duck under the arms of the latex golems as they swept the air where she'd been standing, the short green kobold dashing for the door. Two of her friends were already doing little more than burbling from being shoved into the latex pits, the black ooze swallowing their heads and dragging them deeper into the dark depths, while the other member of the party - a cleric - had been seized by a latex amulet that had already begun to curse her. She was the only one left, and she had to run.

Darting through the door just as it slammed shut, the kobold rolled forward and kept moving, running for as long as she could and fast-walking after that. The stones under her feet battered at her legs and soles, but she kept running, her robe sliding down her shoulders before she managed to pull it back up.

My staff.

She'd left it behind, but Jasmine didn't dare turn around. Not here. Not when there were so many threats to her little remaining freedom.

"Stupid...stupid, stupid, stupid..."

They'd needed a wizard, the fighters and cleric had said. They'd give her and her clan some rewards for coming along, they said. It was just a little dungeon crawl that they needed some arcane support with, they said.

Well, they were lying. This was the Lair of the Latexmancer, and it was anything but a typical dungeon crawl.

Jasmine's legs wobbled under her, and she was forced to come to a halt, leaning against the wall of rough stone. She looked over her shoulders, half-sure that golems of latex and little spider-creatures that oozed goo would be right on her heels, but there was nothing. Nothing but the dark halls and the slight glow of a door that had been closed tight. She shivered, thinking of what she was leaving her new friends to, but she put it out of her mind. If she stayed here, then she would become just like them.

She leaned back a bit, trying to catch her breath as fast as she could. Despite knowing that you couldn't really fast-rest, she tried, breathing deep and trying to hold it to slow her heart down and keep it from bursting through her chest. It only somewhat worked.

"Gotta...get...out..."

Before the one that owned the dungeon found her. Before he came.

As soon as she didn't feel like she was going to fall flat on her face, she turned to keep moving down the hall -

But it was too late. He had come. A shark armored in plate metal and wearing a purple latex cloak over it with a deep black mask stood in front of her, holding a staff that was topped with something glowing green and surrounded by a metal circle. He smiled, smirking in a way that made the mask bend with his features, and his tail - punctured through by a hole in each fin - swayed slightly from side to side.

She gasped, stumbling backward. The minute her toes touched the stone, she felt it shimmer under her and knew that she'd triggered a trap that she'd missed earlier by a miracle.

"Nnngh!"

Even as she tried to summon her magic - something so much harder without her staff and tools - she knew it was too late. A great wave of heat rushed up around her, burning off her robes and leaving her completely naked. Worse, she could feel the stone turning to the slimy ooze that had swallowed the rest of the party, pulling her down up to her ankles in it. She gasped for breath as she tried to drag her feet free, but the slimy stuff held her fast, squishing up between her toes and tying them down, forming goo-shackles around her ankles that held her tight.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"I don't think that you understand your position, little kobold."

"Please...I just...I just want to -"

"Ah ah." The shark moved to stand at the edge of the little square, looking down at her with just as much condescension as anyone had ever managed with her. "You entered my dungeon. That means you're trespassing. And that, in turns, means that I can do a great deal to you without ever breaking any real laws."

"I...you...ah...ah..."

"And now, let's see about making you into something better suited for the dungeon. After all, you've made such a mess, you and that party of yours. I'll need to replace the things you've broken, and you will go a long way toward that."

The latex was already climbing up her legs, making its way along her calves and towards her knees. As she stared at it, she could see the ooze taking on the features of boots, tall and strong, the same sort that she had heard some great and powerful mistresses of the cities had used to show their authority. They went up to her knees, and then just a bit further. The undersides of the goo boots had already solidified, pushing up against the bottoms of her feet and forcing her to stand even higher on tiptoe than usual. Her ass popped backward, and she gasped as the restraints around her legs forced her to shift position, arching her back.

The shark's eyes went right to her bare breasts, and she blushed as she realized that he was ogling her as much as dominating her. She tried to cover them, only for him to flick a finger upward. The latex beneath her shot up in two thick tendrils of black, grabbing her by the wrists and pulling her arms back down, pointing her fingers towards the pool of black beneath her.

"Ah ah. No hiding."

"You - I - this is -"

"Let's not complain. You knew the risks trying to sneak into a place like this."

"Nngh..."

It was getting worse. The black ooze was slowly spreading from her wrists down her hands, covering them, smearing her fingers with the slick, squishy stuff, and the more that it coated her, the more that she realized that it wasn't just some sort of outer layer. It was somehow merging with her, melting into her scales and becoming part of her.

How? Jasmine wondered. How!?

She knew that the Latexmancer was a powerful man, but taking an ooze like this and binding it to a living body made the golems that she'd seen throughout the dungeon take on a new meaning. She'd assumed that they were merely pulled from the bubbling pits, but were they...were they once people like her?

Jasmine gasped, arching her back again as the latex pressed tighter to her feet and legs, along her arms and hands. Looking down, she could see that the ooze had already settled deep in the scales, reflecting the pebbly patterns that she'd always had. They were...they were replacing her scales, becoming her outer layer of flesh, and...and they oozed, running down her limbs in gooey rivers.

And they were still spreading.

"Please..."

"Are you going to keep begging for this entire transformation?"

"I can't - I'm not...not begging."

And she wasn't. Not now. The latex reached her upper thighs in long strings, tendrils running up to her crotch. She felt them circling her clit, and then -

"NNGH!"

Then they were inside her. The black lines running up her arms were spreading along her shoulders, then down towards her breasts, lifting them up, covering them but not hiding her nipples. If anything, they forced her chest forward, making her breasts all the more visible, all the more prominent as circling tendrils of the black ooze flicked over the sensitive little nubs, keeping them hard and sensitive.

"I...I...want to learn..."

She barely got the words out as the latex filled her from both her ass and her pussy, forcing her holes open, coating the lips and rim of each with more. She felt like she was becoming some sort of toy down there, as if her body was losing more and more of its freedom to act. The kobold strained to gesture at the pool beneath her, her eyes rolling back as the latex tendrils thrust into her, the black lines running down her back, under her breasts, along her stomach, up her neck.

"Please. I'm a wizard. This is...this is power." Great power. Greater...greater power than she could wield. It might - she had to try. "I'm a wizard. I can serve. If you just teach me, I can...I can do this, too. Help you...let me...let me help..."

"...Tempting."

Jasmine panted, feeling the goo solidifying between her legs, forcing her holes further open, almost like there was some sort of chute that had been pushed inside, something thick and open and squishable that someone else might fill. The latex lifted her breasts up, pushing them forward, and had formed a collar around the base of her neck. It hesitated as the shark looked her over, almost like it was waiting for orders.

The Latexmancer tapped his chin. Jasmine waited.

And then, he chuckled.

"Why am I even considering this? A student? Me? Hardly a risk worth taking. You'll be quite suitable as a latex spell-slinger. Down you go."

"W-wait -"

But it was too late. The shark gestured with his staff, and the light sucking feeling that had been present around her feet for the entire time suddenly increased. Jasmine yelped as she was dragged almost instantly into the pool of latex goo, surrounded on all sides until even her head dipped below the surface.

She couldn't breathe.

She couldn't scream.

All she could do was stare straight ahead into the dark as the latex pressed down on all sides, and as two tendrils slowly pushed into her ear-holes, blocking them from hearing any sound but that which the Latexmancer wished her to hear. She could see nothing, hear nothing, and soon, she could think nothing.

She was a golem.

She was his.

The End

Summary: Jasmine the kobold tries to escape from the Lair of the Latexmancer. It probably goes as well as you expect.

Tags: F/solo, Kobold, Latex, Latex Transformation, Latex Clothes, Tentacles, Transformation, Dungeon, Trap, Breasts, Bondage, Drone,