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The Spandex Biker

Chapter 4

It had been almost a week since that fateful day Shane had been turned into a new being, one of lycra, rubber and leather. One week since he found the odd ability to change a dog into a gooey latex beast that could change his form at will, and Matthew who was now a neoprene otter, lithe and quick through the water. They had needed a few days to get used to their new bodies, which they did at length by fucking each other silly. They never seemed to need a break, and they had not slept either.

They had found out, however, they could change the properties of certain objects. It was quite evident inside that small farmhouse that used to belong to only Matthew. The walls, his furniture, floors and just about everything else was now synthetic, ranging in all forms of materials from rubber to nylon. It was not the only peculiar ability they had come across.

Stag, the liquid rubber German Shepherd, had discovered quite by accident his seed could be willed into different shapes, even different colors. He had formed a wide range of items from his cum - collars, wrist and ankle straps, a couple leather harnesses, exotically shaped toys and most interesting of all, clothing. It had been the last item that gave Shane his next idea.

Now that the weekend was over and Monday had rolled around once again, it was time to implement their plan. They had talked about it at length and knew this was the right move to make. Being synthetic, however, they had to be very careful. They would stand out if anybody looked too close, which is one way Stag's clothing came into play.

Each of them were dressed in nylon shirts and polyester shorts, looking like jocks going to the gym to work out in the early morning hours. The sun had yet to come up, only the soft glow of blue in the Eastern sky showed hints of the dawn to come. Despite how early it was, there would still be people around, so they had to avoid too close of contact.

They slipped into one of the larger buildings on campus, the smell of chlorine overpowering any other scent. It was the gym at the local university, a conglomerate of practice areas and weight rooms from all the indoor sports played at the school. It was the perfect place to gather some followers and Shane knew exactly where to strike first.

The building had many different locker rooms scattered about on each floor, one pair on the second floor flanked a large, concrete room with thin pads stacked to one side and tall, glass panes on the other overlooking the indoor track. Shane, Matthew and Stag slipped into the men's locker room and immediately got to work.

Stag proved quite useful picking the locks, bending his form into any appropriate shape to open up the lockers. He went down each row methodically opening each of the lockers with the names of the team members Shane had told him about. All the while, his tail wagged behind him, happy to do what his master had told him.

Shane was the other half of the plan. He pulled off his disguise and slid his finger down the crotch of his lycra body, splitting it as his smooth, black leather dick sprung hard from within him. He rested one hand on the locker as the other went to work stroking up and down his turgid shaft.

Matthew helped him out, standing behind him with his arms wrapped around the lycra god, one hand manipulating those full, leathery balls. He could feel Shane's thin tail running along his thick one as the neoprene otter nibbled on the panther's neck.

Shane had found himself very much in control of his bodily functions, able to last hours if he wished. This time though, there was a task at hand and time was off the essence. It was only a couple of minutes before he felt his balls tightening, his leather member pulsing in his paw as he stroked. What sprayed from the tip was not his typical cum though.

It was blue and white, all of it one mass as he continued to cum. With one last pulse of his shaft, the unusual cum fell to the bottom of the locker. Shane bent over, his rump pressing into Matthew's member, and picked up the pile on the floor. It was a perfect replica of the team's singlets. Just one of the many tricks to being a synthetic creature.

Shane hung the singlet up, visible to the man who would open the locker, and moved on. He had fourteen more lockers to go and a very short window to do these in. Of course, he could have made these singlets before he left this morning, but he was too busy with his two pets to think of that.

Shane had reached the second to the last of the lockers when they heard the door opening up and heavy footsteps as a man walked their way. Shane looked at Matthew and the otter nodded, quietly making his way to the end of the row of lockers and out of sight. Shane followed him, taking the other side before he looked back at Stag who was not moving.

Instead, the German Shepherd had a grin on his face, his tongue lolled out the side of his muzzle. The dog's form began to lose it solidity, black latex dripping from his tongue and the end of his muzzle. His ears drooped and soon became indistinguishable from the rest of his head. He also grew visibly shorter as Shane watched a puddle of black latex form on the floor.

Large clumps of latex dripped of his muzzle, arms and hands now, splattering onto the floor as the puddle grew in diameter. It soon took up the whole length of the row just as Stag's head and neck disappeared into the shiny, rubbery pool. The surface shimmered for a moment before turning to a matte finish, its smooth texture replaced by a tread that made the puddle look a part of the locker room, spanning from end to end of that particular row.

Shane knelt down, patting the new rubber mat before he whispered "Good boy." The corner of the mat actually wagged before it stood still again.

Those footsteps grew closer until a young man turned down the very row Stag had blended into. "Huh, and anti-slip surface." The man said to himself as he rubbed a shoe into Stag. Shane cursed the bad luck of meeting an early riser on the wrestling team. They would have to find somewhere to hide before more came in and ultimately noticed their presence. How they were going to get Stag out was a mystery to him.

The young man stood in front of his locker, one of the last ones they had not put a uniform into. He unlocked and opened the locker, setting his bag down on the surface of the bench before he kicked off his shoes. They made a loud crash into the back and bottom of the locker and he bent down to remove his socks. He placed his bare feet on the floor and wiggles his toes into the rubber, enjoying the feeling. It was definitely a welcomed improvement to the rest of the locker room.

The jock removed his shirt next, then pulled down his shorts as well as his underwear, piling it all into the locker before he turned back to the bench. He lifted his arms above his head as he stretched out and gave a loud yawn, his eyes closing. His spine cracked as he pulled his arms back and he let out a sigh of relief, twisting his core back and forth before he opened his eyes and worked at the zipper of his gym bag. He only opened it half way when he noticed something at his feet that gave him pause.

His feet hand sunk into the mat which was now up to his ankles. He knew he was not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he was not so dumb as to think he had somehow sank into what was firm rubber just moments ago. He tugged at his ankle; stuck. He leaned down, shivering as his butt contacted the door of his locker and grabbed around his ankle, trying to pull it from around him.

The mat sprung at his hand, latching around it up to the elbow before he let out a yell, another tendril slapping at his face, sealing his mouth. He fought as hard as he could, pulling at the substance which seemed to melt away at the sides as it crawled up his form. He could see a distinct mound forming just before him and stared at it as he tried desperately to cry out for help around his gag.

The mound formed a face, a face with a muzzle. The jock blinked and caught two shapes making their way into view just down the row. They were some kind of people, one encased almost completely in spandex, the other in what looked like a wet suit. The jock shook his head and gazed into the eyes of the dog face that had formed out of the pile of gooey latex.

It slurped at his face, licking him all over. He closed his eyes as its tongue slide over his lids, sealing them in rubber. It spread all over his face wherever the dog licked until it was satisfied. The dog's head lunged towards his chest, coating it in latex as it crawled over his body. The jock would have yelped when he felt it at his rump, something pushing its way into him.

Embarrassingly, his member began to thicken as the liquid encased his legs and crotch, his balls soon covered in the gooey substance. His member stood out in front of him as the stuff massaged his prostate, the latex rolling over his shaft, making it grow in girth and finally length as it covered the head.

His body stood upright, everything from the neck down now covered in the black latex, his feet were paws, his hands too. He even had a tail now. From around his neck came a pair of jaws, the upper pair around back stretching up and over him. Slowly the jaws began to close, consuming the jock's head inside of Stag's who now stood in front of the two guys, a little bulkier than before.

"Very good boy!" Shane said as he patted the shepherd's belly. Stag just wagged his tail and stuck his tongue out, panting softly as gained total control of the jock still trapped inside of him. They knew they had little time to waste, though, and soon found themselves slipping out of the locker room and into the practice area.

The headed straight for the row of bleachers to the side which remained folded against the wall. There was just enough space for them to squeeze through the back of them, hiding them from view of anyone who might walk into the practice area. The gaps between the bleachers gave them just enough of a view to watch as the boys headed into their locker room, sometimes alone, sometimes in pairs or small groups. It would only be a matter of time.

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James was the captain of the wrestling team and one of its star members. He had been wrestling since he was a kid and it was the only sport he found himself good at. He was thankful for the opportunity to come to this university, even more thankful that his scholarships paid for almost everything. He would play a few more years and leave school without any debt. The deal could not have been any sweeter.

As usual, the coach of the team had something to do this morning, so it left him starting up practice until the guy got there. Not that he minded, it was just that the coach always seemed to shirk his responsibilities. He was a natural born leader though, and the team tended to listen to him.

He walked into the locker room and headed towards the first row of lockers. He stopped in front of his and spun the dial on the front, unlocking the door before he opened it. In front of him was a brand new singlet hanging from either hook at the side of the locker. It looked amazing, and expensive to boot. Perhaps they had finally found a little bit more money since their team's progress improved. He took out the singlet and examined it, it felt warm to the touch and very smooth. High quality indeed.

"You see the new singlets, man?" He heard a voice behind him and turned, his friend since high school was slipping into the singlet sans underwear. Of course, almost all of them went commando in those singlets, it was the only way to get your full range of movement. "They're fucking awesome!"

"Yeah, about damn time too." James chuckled and slipped out of his clothes, carefully hanging up each piece before he slipped into his singlet. It slid on so easily and was still a bit warm, like it had just come from the dryer not too long ago. He stretched in it, surprised at how well it moved with his body.

Everyone was commenting about the new threads as they walked out to the practice room and grabbed the mats at one side, laying them down before they started their warm ups. Since they had just had a meet, it was customary for anybody who wanted to challenge another player for a position to do so. When James asked, the room fell silent and most of the people just shrugged or went on in low conversation with the person next to them.

"Why not, I think I can take you." James' friend Drew said as he stood up, a cocky smile on his face. "Might as well have a show if everybody else is going to be too chicken." He laughed and half the team laughed with him, half at him.

James just shook his head. "C'mon man, let's end this quickly." He motioned for the others to clear the mat as he grabbed his headgear and snapped the chin strap in place. Drew did the same and squared off with him in the most unusual way. He held his arms away from his body and bent at the knees then puffed out his cheeks, James just laughed.

"Nice neutral position. Take this seriously will ya?" James said as he pushed his friend's shoulder.

"What? I thought humor would put you off your game." Drew retorted.

"Oh please, I've seen enough of your face over the years. I've stopped laughing at it by now." James stuck his tongue out then lunged forward and grabbed his friend, placing one shoe firmly on the floor as the other slipped around behind his friend. He tried to force the other guy to the ground, but his friend knew the move all too well and rolled out of it.

Drew ended up behind James, trying to use his upper body strength to wrench him down to the ground. James countered by swinging his leg around his friend's, almost tripping him again. As Drew tried to maintain his balance, James managed to get the upper hand and freed himself.

The first period went on similarly with each of the wrestlers at a stalemate before one of the teammates called it. James shook his head, he must really be off his game if he could not take his friend down on the first period. He would just have to end this now. James took position on his hands and knees with his friend behind him and waited for his teammate to start the period.

He felt something odd under the singlet, like it was rippling and shifting. Just what he needed now, a distraction that would let this joker win. He had to focus, but it was hard when that shifting started around his crotch. He could even feel his member rouse and chub up. He silently cursed himself for not rubbing one out this morning.

Drew felt the same sensations and wanted to grind himself against his friend's rear. He almost shuddered at the thought and missed the start of the period, letting James have the upper hand, but his friend seemed just as preoccupied. He felt that firm, round ass grinding back into his crotch, jolts of pleasure flooding his body. He was not gay, yet he could not deny just how good this all felt. Drew let out a small groan and dug his hips back against his friend's ass, rubbing his bulge right along that spandex-clad cleft.

Something seemed different though. That spandex that should have been stretched taut over James' ass crack was pulled down between those cheeks. Unlike a wedgie, the spandex seemed to cling like a second skin and as Drew looked down, he even made out a pucker as the fabric seemed to press into James' body. The sight turned him on even more, driving his lust to new bounds never before experienced with any of his girlfriends.

Drew noticed his own singlet felt tighter too, and as he rubbed his bulge over that sexy crack, he could feel the spandex tightening around his member to the point he no longer had a tent between his legs. It looked like the singlet had formed a spandex condom around his member, but somehow the slab of meat looked much thicker than it should have and veins began to press out, throbbing with the beat of his heart.

The sight did not go unnoticed by the team surrounding them. Their cheers had stopped quite suddenly and half of the team had the reaction one would expect. They looked confused, disgusted and even offended as some turned away from the scene. The other half of the team watched in surprise, some of them feeling their own suits tighten between their legs as their bulges grew.

A blond-haired, lithe sophomore stared with his eyes wide, his face distorted in revolution of the scene before him. He could not tell if it was a joke, the way those two were grinding and groaning, or it was some disgusting display of homo-eroticism. Either way, he felt like quitting the team there and now. At least, until he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked back at the broader and taller man behind him.

He was one of the heaviest guys on the team, the best in his weight group too. He stared into those brown eyes, a hand reaching up to run through the black man's corn rows before they found themselves in a passionate kiss. The blond-haired young man lost all his abhorrence to the situation, replaced by lust as he grabbed the man's spandex member and ground his own against it, inviting the strong hand on his ass and those thick, invading fingers into his passage.

Drew and James noticed none of the changes in their classmates, they were solely focused on themselves. Drew's shaft pulsed and throbbed as he grabbed at the base and ran the thick mushroom head of his member against that tight spandex hole. James looked back with lust in his eyes, almost begging Drew to fuck him. He needed something to fill the emptiness he felt inside, and an almost beer-can-thick cock would do perfectly.

Drew looked back to his friend, a brow perking as he saw the singlet closing around his neck, spandex already running up to his chin. The fabric seemed to be spreading, and though a portion of Drew's mind screamed that this whole situation was wrong, that there was something unnatural going on that should be feared, the larger part of his mind found the spreading spandex to be the biggest turn on. He drove his member into that tight hole, the feeling of spandex rubbing on spandex continuing up those tight walls of James' passage.

One of the wrestlers had turned back to the locker room to change. He would find that lazy coach of theirs and give him an ear full about the antics today and talk to his parents about transferring up state where they took wrestling seriously. He heard a very sexual kind of moan behind him as well as a grunt and made to turn his head before he felt two arms push under his own, lifting them up before a pair of hands folded behind his head, locking him in a full nelson. He wanted to yell at the bastard behind him, but as he was dropped to his knees, he only grunted.

His second attempt to curse was halted when another of his teammates walked in front of him. He stared at a pair of legs clad in spandex from both shoes all the way up. Nobody on the team had been wearing a singlet like that. As he brought his gaze up, he noticed a large pair of balls dangling between those muscular legs, as though the singlet was no longer an article of clothing, but rather a skin. The shaft throbbing above those balls confused him even further though, the head tapered to a point and just before the base, he noticed a bulbous mass that started to inflate.

He looked up to a face nearly covered in spandex, but the features were still recognizable. "Aidan...?" He asked and the man before him took the opportunity, shoving his spandex wolf-cock past those lips to shut his teammate up. He groaned in pleasure, feeling those fleshy lips seal around his member as synthetic preseed spilled from his tapered cock and down the bound man's throat. He leaned in to the man behind, his face pulling out into a distinct wolf muzzle as he passionately kissed the unfamiliar panther in front of him, the only one he could see who was not wearing a singlet.

Drew felt a pressure behind him, making his thrusts into James' ass sporadic at best. The uncomfortable sensation suddenly withdrew as he felt something poke out behind him. Drew looked back, not stopping his thrusts for a moment as his friend's passage seemed to tug and massage as his thick shaft. He smiled when he saw a spade-like tail poke out behind him, his legs and arms now covered in his ever spreading singlet. He could even feel it on his face.

James clamped down on his friend's shaft, that empty feeling he had before completely gone now that he was being filled so thoroughly. He hung his head between his shoulders, his singlet already having spread enough to cover his hair as mounds grew on top to create a pair of triangular ears that twitched with each grunt and moan of all his teammates. He saw a pair of paws standing on the floor below him. They looked like they belonged to a dog, but instead of being furry, they were made of rubber that shone in the halogen lights from above.

James lifted his head and cried out as he felt his friend pounding harder into his passage, that cock seeming to grow even thicker inside of him. As he opened his eyes, he saw the creature those paws belonged to. It was some kind of rubber German Shepherd with his tongue hanging out of his muzzle as he panted. Black, liquid rubber drool fell onto Jame's face before he felt something rubbing against his cheek. A black dog cock pressed at his lips and James happily accepted it as he suckled on the tapered end, lips wrapped around the shaft tight as he sucked all the way to the knot.

Drew watched as the newcomer speared his friends mouth which seemed to be pulling out into some kind of a muzzle. The same discomfort that had plagued him seconds before must have been affecting James as his rump wiggled, a mound forming at the base of his spine. It exploded outwards into a long tail that wrapped around Drew's waist, pulling him each time he thrust forward, his heavy sac smacking against his friend's spandex ass. The tail sprouted frayed ends of fabric that looked much like fur, becoming bushy and thick. His friend looked very much like a fox.

All of the teammates were now in pairs or trios as they pleasured one another, stuffing cocks into various holes, the room filled with sexual grunts and groans. All of them but one, that is. He had not put on the new singlet like the others had, the one he wore was lucky and he had not changed it since he was a freshman. Obviously he kept it cleaned and maintained, but he was not about to ditch it for another. He could only watch, frozen in place as the others were driven to lustful abandon and changed before his eyes. He thought it was just a dream and closed his eyes to pinch himself. He had to wake up.

He felt something brush along his legs and slip into his singlet, quickly opening his eyes to see a neoprene tail sliding up his leg and to his crotch, the tip tickling against his balls. His eyes followed that tail up to what looked like some kind of ferret, no an otter. He gulped as the creature put a webbed paw behind his head and pulled him in close, lips touching lips while a smooth tongue slipped into his mouth. The taste was odd, synthetic and somewhat sweet. He swallowed before he tried to push the otter away, but the creature was much stronger than it looked.

The more of that saliva he swallowed, the less he felt like getting away. He could feel something warm grinding against his crotch, feel the shape of the creature's cock as it pulsed against him. He even felt the running of liquid down his legs and to his shoes, but he was too enthralled with the kiss to care. Something about this creature was too intoxicating to want to leave, he was addicted. It was why he almost whimpered when he felt the otter pull from the kiss and push him up against the wall. He heard a soft coo then felt the fabric of his lucky singlet split down his ass before something thick, warm and smooth was driven into his awaiting ass. He never felt luckier.

Pairs and groups of wrestlers soon gave in to their lusts, filling tight asses with synthetic cum, filling stomaches with it or coating bodies in the thick liquid. As each group finished, they came back to their captain and his friend still wrestling on the center mat. They formed a circle around them as the couple fucked, their captain sucking off the dog in front of him. Members stirred again, hand stroking various shaped members from the myriad of newly formed, spandex animals ranging from small and large felines to various forms of canines, rodents to marsupials and equine to bovine. All of which wore singlets in their school colors, a pair of wrestling shoes to fit their new paws and feet and even headgear.

Drew fell over, slouching on top of the captain as he reached under and grabbed at the swollen, knotted cock underneath the fox. He pumped at it in time with his powerful thrusts that made audible noises as his crotch and balls slapped against that round, perfect ass. The passage felt like hands around his shaft, fingers squeezing him, pulling at him until he could take no more. It was James who was the first to be sent over the edge though.

Waves of pleasure coursed through the fox's body as his muscles, or whatever he was made up of now, tensed. He let his jaw open, the dog in front of him pulling his throbbing shaft out as it drooled along his muzzle. He watched the dog stroke his member in front of his face with a smile on his muzzle, letting that masculine scent invade his new, more sensitive nose. He felt the knot of his member inflate to full, throbbing in his friend's paw as he emptied his heavy balls. He sprayed his seed onto the mat below him, splattering it into a thick puddle. His ass clamped around Drew's member, almost tugging it further in as his friend gave him one last thrust inward.

Drew grunted loudly as he came, filling his captain with copious amounts of his seed. His balls seemed so full they would never empty as he unloaded rope after rope of seed into his friend, his thick member throbbing with each release. His hips pulled out slightly before slamming back in, lazily thrusting his cock as his orgasm finally started to subside. All he could do was pant, though, his arms wrapped tightly around the captain as fell into a blissful afterglow.

The otter and the panther, somehow they all knew them now as Shane and Matthew, stood next to Stag and watched as the boys on the mat finished, the whole group of wrestlers standing around them now changed into their synthetic servants. Stag was still stroking himself, even as he backed away and lowered himself to his knees. The other two watched curiously as that hand stroked quickly up and down the dog's penis.

Stag was groaning heavily, his muzzle hanging open as his tongue hung down past his chin. He panted and whined and groaned. Shane knelt down, playing under his pup's tail as his former master, Matthew, squeezed at that sensitive knot. It was enough to drive the dog over the edge as he let out a loud howl and fell forward, bracing himself with one paw on the mat.

Shane, Matthew and the rest of the team watched curiously as the most powerful orgasm they had all ever seen rocked the dog, globs of black, rubbery cum spilling from his member. It did not stop though, the more he pumped, the more cum spilled form his body. It formed a small puddle that grew until the dog was kneeling in his own cum, the pool even surrounding his paw in the small dip it made in the mat. And still the dog came until the puddle reached James and Drew.

With one last grunt, the final glob of rubber cum was sprayed from the dog's overused member. Stag whimpered as he slid his paw down his shaft one last time and stared into the glossy puddle he had created. He stared until the puddle began to stare back at him. The puddle bulged outward, forming a muzzle, then a face, then a pair of ears. It was like looking at a mirror image of himself as another, identical German Shepherd began to materialize out of the puddle on the floor.

Stag stood up and joined Matthew and Shane as they watched the puddle shrink in size, another Stag growing out of it until finally, the second, liquid rubber dog was formed. This dog, however, was wearing a singlet like the rest of the team, a pair of wrestling shoes slowly formed around his hind paws as headgear grew onto his face. Other than the wrestling gear, though, the new German Shepherd looked exactly like the one standing beside them.

The new shepherd looked over and barked softly. "Brother!" He wrapped his arms around Stag as they both lapped at one another, chuckling. Shane and Matthew just looked at each other, slightly confused before Stag turned to them.

"Guess I learned a new trick!" His tail wagged behind him as he wrapped his arm around his 'brother.' "That wrestler I ate in the locker room, well, I guess this is what happens."

The rest of the team moved in closer, fondling and rubbing each other, some kissing, other hugging and grinding. They all turned their attention to Shane when he spoke though, he was the leader of the group after all.

"Somebody is bound to notice this many missing people, which is why we have a busy morning ahead of us. The swim team should be practicing below us, what do you all say we pay them a visit?" The team cheered and the two Stags wagged their tails, eager to try out their new trick on a couple of unsuspecting people. Shane led the way to the stair well, his small army of horny, synthetic beasts right behind him.