Here's my first hentai-fic.
DESPERATELY SEEKING LATEX
By Monocrome
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Disclaimer: This is a an hentai fan-fic, containing latex fetisism, and
furries making kinky sex. Storyidea is my owm, but Toy Ball, and the Magical
shop itself are original inventions of Sebastian (http://www.bastianmage.com)
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Michelle felt little awkward entering into Sebastian's magic shop. He spotted
this shop when she had been in lunch break from Model-agency, where she works
as an assistant. When she fist got the idea she had thought it as little
daring to her, but otherwise usable.
Being actually in the shop, and looking all the weird latex and leather stuff
the shop had to offer, was melting her resolve.
"But I'm on sick-leave as on today, so I just as well look around here."
Michelle thought that she was quite open-minded when it comes to practicing
sex, but still various items made from latex and leather present in the shop
make her blush.
"Oh it's no use, I'm gonna lose him," our feline heroine sighs to herself.
Lost in gloomy thoughts, she stumbles into someone.
"I'm sorry...," she starts to apology when she recognizes her.
Cat-girl, whom she has just stumbled upon looks somehow familiar to her.
"But you are..."
"Aren't you..."
"My god, It's Anette, right? We haven't seen since we finished school!"
"Long time no see, Michelle! How are you?"
"Just fine, I work at model-agency near here. And you?"
"So and so, I work as an office lady in big firm. May I ask what brings you
here?"
The sudden question quiets her, and she stares past her while blush rises on
her face. Seeing her feline-friends response to her question, Anette becomes
serious too. She puts away the magazine she had been looking, and touches her
furry arm.
"It's all right, you don't have to answer to that," Anette says in soothing
tone.
Michelle shakes her head: "No, I might as well tell someone."
Michelle raises her head and starts her story: "As I said I work at
modeling-agency as an as an assistant. Gorgeous feline-beaty called Tia is
also working there."
"Is it serious?"
"Yes, but Unfortunately it's one sided."
Michelle's answer comes out as a harsh whisper. Misery shines out of her face.
Anelle fold her arms, bends nearer to her and asks her in low voice: "So that
is the reason you are here. You really are running hots for her."
She can only nod. Wiggling her fingers Michelle look around the shop.
"I know this shop, and I thought that perhaps if I buy her a present..."
Michelles voice trails off before she reaches to the end of sentence.
Annette raises her hand, and scratches her snout. She stands in front of her
impatiently changing one foot to other, and it's seems she tries to deside if
she can explain any further. Finally Anette bends over Michelle's ear and
whispers on it.
"I got an idea how you could at least see her if not else. But is quite a
far-shot and it contains considerable risks. Are you sere you want to try it?
"Yes anything," Michelle responds in eager voice," It's my dearest wish. My
life isn't worth of living without her!"
"In that case, let's walk to the counter."
* * *
Behind the counter stands young male-cat dressed all up in latex.
"And what I can do for you, ladies," he asks with pleasant voice.
Anette winks to the tomcat, and whispers something is his ear. In response his
ears jump up, a sure mark that cat has interested in something.
Standing up Anette asks: "I just want to ask, do you still have Toy Balls."
"Well certainly, if you could be so kind and wait a while my assistant will
fetch a one for you."
Cat-girl dressed in full body latex-suit, brings them a plastic box. Inside of
it is blue shiny ball, about the size of baseball.
Puzzled, Michelle looks at the ball.
"And this can help me in my problem?"
"Possibly, Possibly. I did say it is a far shot."
She covers her face with her paws.
"Oh what I do now," she wails, her tail sagging to the ground.
Anette looks her: "Well how much you want this."
Finally Michelle makes her decision, and turns to the shopkeeper.
"Wery well, I take it. Might as well, since I have come this far."
Michelle pays for the Toy ball, and he gives it to her.
"All I can say that I have sympathics for you. My back-room is available for
your."
* * *
In the back-room Anette puts the Toy Ball-box at the table.
"So what do I do now?" Michelle asks from her friend.
Annette turns towards her: "First at all, you better undress."
Determined to go trough with this she undresses, putting her clothes in the
sofa. Then, very carefully, Anette opens the box holding Toy Ball. With
equally carefull movements she gives it to the Michelle.
She takes it to her palm, and turns it around. The way Anette handled Toy Ball
, she had expected that the it would be fragile. But at least to her, it is
just soft blue ball made of latex.
"Squeeze it," Annette says.
Michelle looks at her friend, as revelation hits her.
"You have used these things!" She says with awe in her voice.
Anette looks suddenly very demure.
"Y-yees, at least some variation," she answers rather dreamy voice," I have
experienced something similar. But that isn't important now, just squeeze it."
More than little curious as what will happen, she does as her friend has
advised. The ball engulfs her paw and changes it to the latex caricatyre of
her limb. Just as she recovers from surprise, the blue ooze begins to spread.
It tingles the skin and her hairs would stand up if they wouldn't be under the
blue-ooze already. Unable to do anything else, she watches as it spreads and
covers her chest leaving her breast barely visible under the blue rubber-like
substance. Part of it covers her another pawn, rendering her paws as mere
decoratives. At the same time itching in them increases, and they start to bend
in front of her chest. Then the ooze reaches her face, washing over it like
slow dark-blue tidal-wave. Her vision takes blue hue, but at the same time it's
get somehow sharper, and that's not only difference. She can feel how the ooze
trusts itself down her throat, melting her fangs and tongue along the way.
Gagging for air, she barely feels her when her face begins to change: Fist
comes the tingling sensation, then her snout starts to melt with painful
slowness into her skull flattening her face.
Stuff in her throat stops and hardens, while her lips continues to itch.
Suddenly pain shoots trough her head, as her mouth begins to mold in wide
idiotic grin, her lips reforming as a deep circular hole. The rest of the blue
ooze races down her feet, and behind her back over her tail. The ooze swallows
her legs until she can't stand steadily, and she starts to fall backwards.
Before she can even start to panic, something stops her fall. Curious, she
bounces herself. (Which is about only move she can manage!). Immediately wave
of pleasure swims from tip of her tail to her crotch. She screams silently
from pleasure, as her her tail scrapes the wall.
After few short moments everything else seems to settle down in her body,
except the pain in her crotch and itching on her breasts.
Then suddenly her breasts deflate into her chest, and her new body develops
pectoris! The pain she feels in her crotch grows into agonizing heights, as
something begins to push out from her crotch. When it grows enough to enter
her line of vision, she sees that big bulging penis has growth out where her
clit should be!
* * *
"Here's you new look," says Anette and puts portable mirror in front of her
(him?). Without her realizing she is now kneeling, her hands in front in
begging position. More thorough expedition reveals that s/he has now male
chest, huge outstanding cock, wide idiotic grin, dark-blue "skin", and wide
light-blue eyes. Her body has turned transparent, and she can almost see her
tail wiglling behind her head trough it. The skin still tingles, she can sense
it, but it like backround noise: You know It's there, but you don't actively
feel it.
All and all, she has turned into rather nice specimen of male rubber sex-doll.
"Now you might wonder how this is going to help you, aren't you?"
Anette asks from her, as she leans, to the mirrors frame.
"The thought came in to my mind," Michelle thinks to herself.
But instead of explanation she just says: Sebastian, the the shop owner, will
explain it to you. I must hurry back to the work, Bye-bye."
Anette gives her peck on the cheek, before she leaves the room.
Not before long, manager comes to the back room and lifts her in the table.
"Now come the hard part: I put you in the display on the shop. I know the fox
in question, and her taste. So when she comes here next time, hopefully You
will interest her enough that she will buy you."
She pokes her in the chest, exploding minor orgasmigal explosion in her mind.
"Oh god, I hope am strong-minded enough to survive trough this," Michelle
thoughs, as she finds out how sensetive her new "skin" is.
"This stuff heightens all senses, especially touch turns extremely acute, as
you might have noticed," he says while tracing small circle in her chest.
"But back to your story; Hopefully you interest Ms. Right enough that he will
boy you. In the worst case you don't attract her enough, in which case I will
start to rent you for price. You will feel everything very vividly, but you
will newer be capable of reaching orgasm."
Michelle's already wide eyes, widen one fraction more.
"That would be fate worse that death," rings in Michelle mind.
Then he rises up to her feet: "Now I done my part, Good luck."
Having finished his talk, he the lifts her up and carry her to the shop; where
she puts her in the shelf. Only after he had picked her up, she notices
another quality of her new body. It has come considerably lighter, since he
was able to pick him up and carry her so easily.
* * *
The days that follow are all alike, and she soon lost track of time. The stuff
that binds her keeps her alive, so all she can do is wait and watch the
customers in the shop. It's surprising to her how wide range of people the
customers represent. Once a while someone grows interest at her profound male
proportions, but the high price-tag drives them always away. Sometimes the ass
istant comes to tease her with feather duster. The touch of a duster is pure
agony for her, as it intensifies tingling of her skin and That raises level of
her erotic arousal. All she can do is moan silently to herself, and endure.
Anette comes to see her often. Altough considering Michelle's present form,
all they can do is stare each other.
* * *
Then one day Anette has come again to the shop, and as usual, comes to look
her. But unlike other days, she reaches her arm and follows the line of her
thigh. Michelle wiggles where she sits, trying to level the ripples caused by
her hand. After looking her for some more, she doesn't walk out from the shop.
Instead she walks to the desk and talks to the Sebastian.
Anette apparently buys something, since she can see how money changes hands.
Then to her surprise, he winks at the assistant who takes her down and carries
her in the back room. A little later Anette comes into back room too.
"There is something I want to tell you, but I can't find the words."
She walks toward her, touching her cheek, when she walks past to her. With her
heightened hearing, see can hear her undress: Soft squeezing of leather,
electric sound of cotton against body and soft purr of silk stockings.
Completely naked she appears on her field of vision.
"So I have to find other ways for communication."
Anette sets her legs so that they are bend and spead wide. She draws her hands
back to support her backward tilted body. In this position her huge penis
stands out in slight angle, like missile waiting for a lauch.
Anette stands back as for admiring her position. Then in few short steps over
her bend legs, and ends standing right in front of her. Her clit fills
Michelle's line of sight. Some time she just stands there, breathing deep,
hands behind her back. Since Anettes genitals are only few inches from her
face, Michelle can notice that she is getting wet.
Then suddenly she kneels down, and spears herself in her giant appendage.
She is now sitting in her lap, legs wide, her latexcock inside her vagina,
Anette's legs going over behind her. Anette throws her body backward into
support of her outstretched hands.
When Anette's face drops down to her level, she sees that Anette has Toy Ball
between her teeth, and what's worse It's already spreading in her face.
But then she is drowned in wave of ecstasy, when she experienses fully the
feeling of her latex-penis rubbing against her vagina. Her enormous organ
fills it to the point of where she feels its gonna burst open! She thought
that her skin was sensitive, but it wasn't anything near compared to the her
sensitivity inside her vagina! Anette trusts into her in quick and passionate
movements.
"Aah, this is unbearable," she moans to herself, "I'ts like moment just before
you get orgasm, prolonged to the infinite and newer quite reaching the apex."
For the longest time, her existence consists just from sound of blood singing
in her ears and steady pumping moment in her pelvis region. Then word stops,
and excrusingly sensual pain, setless for a mellow full body arousal.
She's living constant state of arousal, with no way getting to the over of it.
* * *
Now she can collect her wits enough together, to actually notice what she's
looking. At first she thinks it's mirror, because she's sees rubber doll in
front of her. Then she notices it can't be because the doll in front of him is
pink, not blue. Slowly the fragments start to make full picture, and Michelle
don't like at all what she sees. Another rubber doll is merged with him! The
pink doll is sitting in her lap, legs going beyond her back. They are both
tilted backward, and so they balance each other for staying upright position.
She can also see that they paws are back in the begging position. What's more
she is certain, that alive person is looking her back beyond that idiotic grin
and large eyes!
Useless panic grips her, and she makes them wobble. Which is bad thing,
because it sends another wave of unescapable pleasure all over her body.
When Michelle recovers from that, she notices Sebastian standing near to them.
"Having fun?" The tomcat asks innocently, while grabbing both of them from
back of the head. She bends them backwards, and then releases them. True to
its nature rubber bounces back, and for a while their bodiess wave back and
forth.
That previous wave of pain wasn't anything, compared to the feeling what
Sebastian's trick makes them go trough.
"Hmmm. Interesting application, I have to try it sometimes."
Then she taps the other doll in the head.
"You ingenious plan worked so well, that I'm tempted to leave you like that.."
This gets frantic bouncing from the duo as an answer.
"...But I am a nice person and won't do it."
Instead he sprinkles them with solvent. Quickly the rubber dissolves, and the
two cat-girls fall down to their backs. After few painful moments Michelle
feels that all her curves "pop" out, and all unnecessary parts dissolve.
Next, for considerably longer period, they just lay in the floor panting.
Finally they get enough strenght to their muscles, that they manage to get up.
But even after that they lean to each other, ones chin on other's shoulder.
"Tell me why do you did that?" Michelle asks when they have been necking for
while.
"At first I really wanted to help you to reach you goal."
"At first?"
"You see I been always been very fond of you, ever since we were in same
school.
Looking you in the shelf I just couldn't see you wasting you life away!"
Anette bends her head back, so she can see Michelles face.
"Will-will you forgive me?" She asks her in shy voice.
"Yes. Yes I will," Michelle answers in gentle tone.
Then she engulfs her in long passionate kiss.
Behind of them comes polite cough. They both blush, because they had forgotten
the presence of Sebastian in the room.
He bows towards Michelle, and adresssing her: "Take this as a lesson; Be
careful what you wish, because it might come true. And now dear ladies, I am
afraid that I to ask to leave."
The girls rise up, and he scans their naked, still wet bodies: "But of course,
not before you have dressed up. Your clothes are in the table."
After that he leaves the room. Giggling they dress up, and enter the shop.
"It was good investment, that you spend into the Toy Ball."
Anette grins: "It wasn't only thing I bought."
To emphazise her words she takes box out of her bag.
Michelle reads from the box: "BFC 3000; lifetime quarantee. Two-way dildo, no
batteries needed, works on body head. Comes with lubricated latex coating.
The biggest one in market."
Michelle gives it back, and slaps her friend.
"But Annette, what a naughty girl you turn out to be! When we can try it."
"How abut to night?" says Anette while she puts it back to her bag.
"Your on!"
And so the two feline-girls leave the shop, hands in each others waist.
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Phew, finished it! Fist completed fan-fic. My grammar is terrible and I make
loads of spelling-mistakes, but I hope you liked to read it.
If you want to send your comments, my emailadress is:
monocrome@anmail.com
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