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This story was written for Catprog as part of my Patreon request days for May 2018. It contains transformation, gender shifting and latex-play involving a consenting adult. :3

[center][b][u]Toe to Tip[/u][/b][/center]

Shadowy figures surrounded the large, clear plastic chamber in which Andrew stood. He blushed, doing his best to cover the most intimate regions of his naked body with his hands but knowing full well that it did very little to change just how exposed and just how completely nude he was in that moment. He took a deep breath, and tried to steady his nerves. To remind himself that he wanted to be here, and that while the people surrounding him may have been cloaked in shadows and rather creepy looking as a result, they were here to welcome him. To cheer on his being introduced into their community.

A gentle bubbling sound began to echo throughout the chamber, its well lit interior growing even brighter as the various LED lights built into its solid white floor and ceiling intensified their illumination. Andrew looked down at the floor beneath his pale skinned feet, and he gasped as he watched a small drain open up between his lower limbs. It gurgled and bubbled a little more audibly now, like there was water or some other liquid flowing through whatever pipes it was attached to, and then all of a sudden, up through the small circular holes arranged around the cap of this three inch diameter opening, a thick, black, treacle-like substance began to ooze forth. Andrew didn't panic of course. He knew that this was coming, though he hadn't known exactly how. In truth though he was glad it was this way. He was glad that it was coming up from the floor rather than down from the ceiling. It seemed less stressful this way, more like a slowly filling bath rather than seeming like he was being drowned from above.

Still, Andrew did take a step back as the black substance began to pool and spread out from around the small grate from which it was pouring. It was instinctive more than anything else, perhaps some primordial hold-over from when some ancient animal ancestor of his might have been compelled to flee from a boiling tar-pit that had swallowed up a Tyrannosaurus rex just moments before. After that first step however, he held his ground as the black goo oozed its way closer and closer to his feet, knowing that before long it would be filling the entire the base of the chamber anyway and that when they time came there would be no way of escaping it regardless of his attempts now.

For some reason, given its liquid state, he had expected it to be hotter than it was. The liquid latex was warm as it made contact with the tips of his toes, but nothing more than that. He wiggled his toes and smiled at the sensation of the substance between and beneath them, and as he lifted one foot away from the chamber floor he peered down and chuckled at the long, thin strands of the latex fluid which clung between his toes and the greater mass from which his foot had lifted away. For almost a minute he stood there watching the latex slowly spread across his feet, rising up little by little until it begin to spill over his toes and then over the upper portions of his feet themselves. It was only when he felt the tingling sensation begin to spread throughout his feet however, just as the black liquid began to rise up to around ankle height, that he knew the process had truly begun.

"O-ohh god..."

He gasped as maybe another minute later, with the latex now rippling gently around his calves, the tingling in his feet stopped and he cautiously lifted one out of the water. His eyes widened, in wonder though not in shock at what he saw. His foot was longer, much longer than it had been, and culminated not in five toes any longer, but in three large and clawed toes. The foot itself felt vastly stronger and more muscular than before as he curled and wriggled his toes testingly, but while the foot still felt as though it was [i]his[/i], the entire limb was still coated in what felt like a thin, malleable layer of latex that made it seem as yet incomplete and somewhat alien.

Dipping his foot back into the liquid, Andrew sloshed around a little longer until the latex was up to his knees. Once again he stood still, and once again he felt his legs beginning to tingle from that point downward. His eyes widened as suddenly and for a moment he lurched forward, his entire gait shifting. He heard a faint cracking, as though bone was breaking and re-setting echo up from the thick latex surrounding him, and sure enough as the tingling faded and he carefully lifted one limb out of the water, his lower legs were now longer and more muscular, not to mention set at an entirely new angle relative to his prior human knee-joint.

The latex continued to rise at a similar pace, to his thighs and then finally surrounding Andrew's crotch. He gasped as he lifted his hands out of the liquid and felt all that he had been cupping and protecting thus far being suddenly cradled by the warm black substance. He gasped as he felt his upper legs tingling, but before that process was even complete began to feel his crotch tingling as well. His buttocks, and the very base of his back too. Andrew breathed deeply and regularly as he could while waiting for what he knew was about to happen, not knowing how it would feel, whether it would hurt or...

"[i]O-oohhhh[/i]!"

He cried out in surprise as a sensation that was not unpleasant by any means, though one could hardly call it pleasure either, surged suddenly through his midsection. It felt like... god, it seemed so stupid, but the only real comparison that sprang to Andrew's mind it that instant was when he as a kid had taken the end of a strand of spaghetti into his mouth and hurriedly sucked the entire strand into his maw and off the plate. That was how what he knew was happening to his crotch felt in that moment, and though it was hardly the most dignified or solemn of farewells to what had been there before, Andrew felt no sorrow in it whatsoever. In truth before long he wasn't able to maintain his focus on that feeling at all any more, for not long afterwards he felt something emerging from his lower back. Something not shifting but sprouting anew, in a sensation that made him gasp at its own wondrous and pain-free, utterly unique nature.

Now that the best part of half the chamber was filled with latex of course, he couldn't exactly lift himself out of it to see what had become of his upper legs, nether regions or what he suspected to be his brand new tail. Once it surpassed his stomach however, his belly beginning to tingle as the latex floated to a level around his diaphragm, Andrew finally allowed himself to lower his arms beneath the surface rather than continue to lift them higher and higher. In doing so he also permitted himself to explore the changes that he had not yet been able to see, and gasped in awe as sure enough he felt the thick base of a long and powerful tail hiding beneath the latex ocean surrounding him, followed by a far quieter, more intimate gasp as he reached down and groped between his legs to find out what was there.

The answer made him blush, and made him all the more eager to see the final transformation of is body when it was complete. He didn't have all that long to wait though, for soon the latex was passing his chest, rising over his nipples and soon beginning to surround his shoulders. He closed his eyes when it touched his chin, his whole torso and arms tingling rather potently by that point, and reminded himself what he had been told before stepping into the chamber. Just breathe. Just breathe normally. Don't panic, don't freak out, and everything will be fine.

The latex covered his mouth. It crept up his top lip, and he couldn't help but tilt his head back to delay the inevitable as it threatened to reach his nostrils. Before long though there was no escape, and even after pushing himself up onto his tiptoes there was simply no room left. Nothing to delay the inevitable any further.

Every instinct that Andrew possessed told him not to breathe as he felt his nose being covered by the latex, and the warm, thick substance beginning to pour up into his nasal cavities and down the back of his throat. He expected to choke. To begin gagging and thrashing and fighting for his lie to escape the cloying, deadly liquid that was about to fill his lungs and asphyxiate him. Instead however, as he felt the latex coating the inside of his body just as it had coated the external portions, he simply felt them starting to tingle as he found himself able to breathe exactly like before, no matter how impossible it should have been. He inhaled and swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the rubbery latex, tasting nothing as though it was simply water he was consuming, but it nourished his lungs and his blood just as sweet oxygenated air would have.

By the time the liquid latex covered his eyes, Andrew was at peace. By the time it covered the top of his head, he was perfectly comfortable floating there in that pitch black, thick warm and life-sustaining liquid. His whole body tingled. His heart, his other organs, his very mind began to itch in the most pleasant kind of way, and then, just as he had been promised... her new life began.

Her eyes opened beneath the thick black liquid surrounding her.

Her lungs let out a breathless, bubbling gasp of wonder.

And as her lips fell closed again, their edges turned upward as she took another deep, steady breath, and smiled.

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The latex began to drain from the chamber perhaps ten minutes after it had been filled to its limit, and just another couple after that it was empty.

The black, shiny, latex-covered silhouette of her new self stood in the centre of the chamber. No longer a human, no longer a man, no longer Andrew despite still remembering being him. She was different now. Changed, and hopefully changed for the better.

She gasped, and giggled as a spray of warm water began to rain from a new hole that opened up in the ceiling of the chamber. It rained down upon her like a garden sprinkler, and she held her arms out in front of her, watching wide eyed and giggling with glee as the latex began to simply melt away thanks to whatever else was contained within that cleansing shower. She saw fur; lush, golden, slightly rust-reddish tinged fur coating her every limb. She saw her breasts in all their new and vivacious glory, each one capped with a flushed pink nipple, and beneath it, a fold of flesh upon her stomach that could only be her pouch. She looked and felt below it, washing away what latex remained with the help of her hands, examining her crotch and regarding her powerful legs. Finally her hands rose up to touch her face. Her long muzzle and her large, straight ears. She stepped closer to the edge of the chamber. Closer and closer, and through its freshly cleansed but somewhat steamed glass wall, she wiped a spot clear with one arm to try and catch sight of her reflection within.

Instead, she gasped and jumped back slightly as she saw another pair of eyes peering through at her. A moment later the chamber hissed, and with a gentle whirring sound the entirety of the circular glass wall began to rise up into the ceiling.

Soon, she was not only cleansed and visible to the world in her new form, but exposed to it without any barrier or clothes to conceal her. She felt no embarrassment though. She experienced no shame or self consciousness with regard to her nudity. The lights in the surrounding area were illuminated at last and the damp, fur clad figure saw forty or so other naked, bare furred anthros standing around her with warm, welcoming smiles spread across their faces without exception. The nearest, a short, somewhat stocky mouse whose eyes had been pressed up against the glass chamber eagerly just a short while before, stepped forward with a towel outstretched in her arms. She handed it to the newcomer, to the beautiful kangaroo lady standing before her, and smiled as the marsupial took it with a grateful nod and began to towel herself off.

"Welcome to your new home. To your new family."

She gestured around the assembled group, who began to wave and applaud warmly to the new kangaroo.

"My name is Rita. Have you chosen a name yet?"

The kangaroo paused in towelling herself off for a moment, and thought about that question. Andrew had definitely come up with a name for her prior to his transformation. Andrea. It had made perfect sense to him at the time, as back then he had only been able to think of her as a feminine version of himself. But now... now the kangaroo knew that much as she was everything Andrew had been, she was also a new person in her own right. Something more than the sum of her parts, and thus deserving more than a chopped and screwed second hand name.

She smiled back at the mouse, and shook her head.

"No, not yet. But that's okay. Being here with all of you... with my new family? I can't think of a better place to figure out who I am now."

By Jeeves

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