Squeak to go Faster
As a cheetah, Justin has always wanted to go faster. It's a life's work for a cheetah! When his performance peaks, he decides to order a possibly-suspect product online that promises to give him the improvement he so craves. What turns up is not what he expected. How could a collar make him run faster?
GUARANTEED TO BOOST SPEED AND IMPROVE STAMINA!
Justin flicked his tail and grinned widely. His hands trembled as he looked down at the small box, almost dropping the precious package in his excitement. The information on the back of the box assured the cheetah that the contents would provide a noticeable improvement to speed and stamina, promising at least a 20% improvement in the first, and 100% in the latter. The online description had gone into greater detail, something along the lines of streamlining and muscular elasticity.
As a cheetah, Justin was always happy to find new ways to go faster, and to reach his top performance for longer. He had peaked in his own abilities, not having bettered his personal best times for several months now, and was in fact on a small decline. He had lost several tenths of a second over his 100m times. This would help him get them back.
Sitting down at his kitchen table, Justin opened the box with a flick of his claw, slicing away the tape and revealing the contents within. It was another box, though on top of it was a manual of instructions. It was surprisingly thick.
With a sigh, the cheetah started to flick through, scratching his cheek and frowning as he saw the first instruction recommended he be naked from the start. He had been expecting some form of pills or tablets; the description had never been clear what it was. He didn't really understand why he'd need to be naked for that.
“Eh, whatever, might as well do what it says," he muttered. He stood back from the table and stripped down, tossing his clothes away to the side. Like most cheetahs, he was thin and toned, with powerful legs and nearly no fat on his body at all. A perfect runner. Running his fingers through his short, course fur with one hand, he picked the manual back up with his other. “Place around the neck? What the hell is this thing?"
Wanting to end the mystery, Justin looked down at the small, cardboard box. Nothing on the exterior gave away just what it was. He tugged it open, being careful not to spill the contents, and was surprised by what he saw. It was a collar. Shiny black with almost a liquid-like texture to it. He ran his fingers over it, gliding over the surface like there was no resistance at all. Perfectly smooth. There wasn't any clasp that he could see, but he assumed the two open ends were able to connect together in some way that wasn't immediately apparent. It felt like some kind of latex.
“That's not what I expected," the cheetah said. He almost wondered if he had been sent the wrong thing, but a quick check of the instructions seemed to indicate that this collar would indeed do what he had been after. He shrugged. “Well, here goes nothing I suppose."
Without any further thoughts, Justin placed the collar around his neck. Almost immediately, it closed together, tightening to fit all the way around his neck. It was cool to the touch, but not uncomfortably so. As he ran his fingers around the collar, Justin couldn't help but enjoy how it felt. He wasn't at all alarmed at not feeling any seam on the collar, nor any way to remove it. He was sure the instructions would provide some method to do so when the time came.
Wanting to see what he looked like, Justin padded through into the bathroom so he could inspect himself in the mirror. He gasped as he saw himself. The shiny black collar reflected the light beautifully, almost entrancing the cheetah as he looked at it. It was beautiful.
Justin was surprised to feel himself getting aroused at the sight. His cock was stirring, sheath swelling in response to the cool embrace of the collar around his neck. His hand wandered down to give it a quick squeeze, a soft gasp escaping his lips. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he was sure it was more sensitive than usual.
His eyes closed for a moment as he let his hand coax his cock from his sheath. A low purr rumbled from his throat, but something trickling down his chest pulled him back from his lustful haze. He squinted his eyes open, then yelped and jumped back from the mirror. A black fluid was dripping down through his fur, a small rivulet that appeared to form at the collar.
Grabbing at the latex collar, he tried to pull it off. Not only did it resist his claws, but he could also feel the cool black liquid transfer on to his fingers. Recoiling, he shook his hand in an attempt to dislodge the liquid, but it clung tight. Not a single drop spilled as it started to envelop his fingers.
With his other hand he turned the tap on and shoved his coated hand beneath the flow of water. He held his hand there, looking around the bathroom for anything sharp he could use to cut through the collar, but couldn't find anything.
“Dammit," he cursed. He pulled his hand out of the water, hoping he had washed away the black fluid. He yelped in shock when he saw that instead it had clung tighter to his fingers, and had already worked its way to his palm.
Justin leapt for the shower, wasting no time in turning it on. At first he tried icy cold, hissing at the freezing water as it flowed over his body. It had no effect on the black gunk on his chest or hand, so he gradually turned the heat up until he felt like he was cooking in the scalding flow. If anything that started to spread it faster.
“Shit, the instructions!" he yelped, turning the shower off and running to the kitchen, not even bothering to grab a towel and dry his fur. He slipped on the smooth tiles, having to throw his hands out to catch his fall. One was black and shiny, like he was wearing a tight latex glove. He didn't dare touch it with his other hand, not wanting to spread the strange fluid.
Trying hard not to panic, the cheetah managed to find the instructions, but there wasn't anything informative. The next step after putting the collar on was just 'sit back and let the magic happen'. Justin couldn't be sure if things were working as they should.
Frowning and looking down at his shiny hand, Justin chewed at his lip and returned to the bathroom. His chest was now almost completely covered in black, as was his right arm all the way to his elbow. As it spread, it started to lose some of the liquid sheen further away from the leading edge as it trickled through his fur.
Slowly, Justin reached out and prodded his right hand with his left. It felt smooth and slick, like a skintight latex suit. At least the liquid didn't spread over onto his other hand.
“What is this stuff?" he whispered. He tensed his latex coated fingers, wiggling them and shivering at the soft squeaks they made as they rubbed against each other. It gave him a soft thrill, and one that was curiously replicated at his crotch. His cock was still exposed, erect and out of his sheath. With his earlier worries fading away, he grinned at himself in the mirror and lowered his latex covered hand to his cock and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Groaning in pleasure, Justin closed his eyes and let himself sink into his lust. It felt so nice, just letting his shaft slide between his smooth fingers. He didn't even care anymore that the latex was spreading over his body, coating the entirely of his chest and other arm, before gradually trickling down his hips and onto his lithe legs.
Both hands squeaked as they fondled his balls and stroked his cock. It wasn't until he felt a bit of resistance on his shaft until he opened his eyes again. What he saw in the mirror took his breath away. From his neck down, his body was completely and utterly black and shiny. It was like he was made of latex, though he could feel it rubbing against his fur beneath the tight suit.
Rubbing his fingers over his chest, he could feel the latex partially cling to itself, making it skip and jerk across the surface rather than gliding smoothly. It looked amazing, but he felt like he belonged at a fetish club, rather than a race track. How was this going to make him faster? He was about to return his attention to the instructions when he felt the collar warm up. With a quiet squeak, he held his hands to his neck and shivered as the liquid latex began to creep up.
Justin fell back against the wall, arching his head back and trying in vain to keep the liquid from spreading. He could feel it press against his lips, forcing them apart. It tasted acrid as it spilled onto his tongue. He gagged and tried to spit it out, but it was as though the latex was alive. It surged to his throat and forced him to swallow again and again, feeling it pour down into his stomach.
Black tinged around his vision. It took Justin a few moments to realise what was happening. He tried to claw at the latex before it spread over his eyes. It was all in vain, and his vision was taken from him as he was engulfed completely in latex. He couldn't open his mouth, couldn't flare his nostrils or pry open his eyes. His chest heaved, and he began to truly panic. He couldn't even make a sound but for the noise of his latex clad body squeaking as it rubbed over itself.
Still latex pumped into his throat and belly, and his insides started to burn. He needed air, but he couldn't take a breath. He fell to his knees and clawed uselessly at his face. A flare of fire burned through his limbs, and then, suddenly, it was over.
Justin fell to his side, curled up in a foetal position on the floor. His thoughts faded and he passed out.
***
When Justin woke, he didn't dare open his eyes. He wasn't sure what he would see when he did, whether the black liquid latex would all have been a strange dream. He certainly couldn't feel it constricting his body anymore.
Slowly, his eyes flickered open. The cheetah's hand was stretched out in front of him. It was golden, with the familiar patchwork of dark dots. For a moment he thought it was all normal, but when he moved he heard a creaking squeak. His fingers tensed and spread as he tried to work out just what was wrong. Then he saw it. He had no fur.
Yelping, Justin leapt up to his feet. He looked over his body and spun around, his feet squeaking on the cool tiles. His whole body, from eartip to clawed feet, was gleaming latex. Lost in complete shock, he rubbed his hands over his thighs. It all had to be some elaborate costume, surely?
The cheetah looked into the mirror, trying to find any sign of a seam on his body. There was nothing. He was completely smooth all over, and what was more, he could feel everything as though the latex was truly his skin. There was no sign of the collar anymore, with his neck bare and unadorned.
“Whoa, that's cool..." Justin said, watching his rubbery lips moving as he spoke. He stuck out his tongue and opened his mouth wide. Everything was latex now, with a nice bright gleam to every surface. Everything shone in the light.
The cheetah poked his teeth with his tongue, feeling a little give from them. They weren't sharp, and nor were his claws. They felt like a slightly thicker rubber than his skin. It was a curious feeling, but not an unwelcome one. At least he didn't need to worry about scratching his latex skin with sharp claws.
He grinned wide and turned his focus to the rest of his body. He stretched out his arms and bounced on his heels. He could feel an elastic strength in his legs that hadn't been there before, confident that he'd be able to run with a much greater spring in his step.
“More streamlined... less drag," he said with a beaming grin. Now he finally understood just what the collar was meant to do. He couldn't wait to test this out on the running track, but first he'd need to get some clothes back on.
Springing back into the lounge, Justin bent down to pick up his clothes, before pausing. His cock was still firm between his legs, a brilliant vibrant red. He licked his lips and shivered. Before he went anywhere, he wanted to give that a try. With a flick of his rubbery tail, he made his way to his bedroom and flopped down on the bed, bouncing on the mattress before settling in place.
Justin's toes curled as his hands wandered back to his cock and balls. They felt so sensitive as he started to stroke himself off. The sounds of his pants and moans were punctuated by the squeaks his body naturally made, leaving the cheetah awash in his senses. His eyes were kept shut, muzzle scrunched a little as his hips thrust up into his hands. His fingers gently squeezed into his balls, the sensitive flesh feeling spongy in his grip.
He groaned and brushed his tail against his thighs, sending shivers of pleasure through his legs. Pre trickled down his cock, leaking from the tip in much greater quantities than he'd ever produced before. It slickened his cock, stopping his fingers from skipping and sticking as they stroked. They began to glide smoothly, able to stroke quicker and firmer.
Every touch was utterly incredible. He could squeeze hard and not feel anything but pleasure, and the gentle squeaks his fingers and cock made added a whole new dimension he'd never considered before.
The rubbery cheetah couldn't hold back for too much longer. He drew his legs up as he felt his cock twitch in his hands, his pleasure spiking. Gritting his flexible teeth together, he grunted and growled. His breathing was sharp and heavy as reached his peak. His hands stroked hard, before he cried out loud and flung his head back into his pillow.
His eyes shot open as he finally came. White liquid latex cum shot from his cock, splattering hot against his smooth chest. Several heavy spurts erupted from his twitching cock, his hands gripping tight as he emptied himself before his orgasm gradually started to fade.
Slowly, the cheetah relaxed. He let go of his cock, letting it flop onto his wet chest before it would slowly start to return to its sheath. Justin licked his lips and lifted himself up onto his elbows, watching as his glistening cum trickled down his body to pool on the bed sheets. His whole body was tingling still, the afterglow of his incredible orgasm feeling like an actual warmth inside his core.
Letting out a contented sigh, Justin hauled himself up to wash himself clean. Then it would be time to dress and test out his new, smoother form on the running track. Later, if he felt like it, he would look into the process to revert his body back to normal.
On his way to the shower, Justin accidentally trod on the instructions, where he had discarded it earlier. Cum dripped down as he walked on, splashing on the paper. He idly picked it up and, in the process of preparing to toss it onto a table, he caught sight of a series of words that would have been very important to know before.
WARNING: SEXUAL EJACULATION ENSURES ANY CHANGES ARE PERMANENT. NO REVERSALS ARE AVAILABLE.
Justin stopped in his tracks and stared down at his rubbery body.
“Well fuck."