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A gal is woken up by a strange sound. This brings them together in a squeaky, shiny way.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A guy is woken up by a strange feeling. A gal is woken up by a strange sound. This brings them together in a squeaky, shiny way.", "writing": "When Jeff found himself awake at 3:00 AM, he knew in his gut something wasn't quite \nright. He had always slept soundly, never had any problems with insomnia... but on that \nnight, he couldn't quite coax himself back to sleep. He looked at the digital clock on the \nwicker nightstand and watched it count up to 3:02, 3:03, 3:04... The green numbers \nglowed and shimmered in a fevered haze as he became dimly aware of a steady throbbing \npain in his head. He was sweating; his auburn bangs were plastered against his forehead \nwith cold flop sweat. \"Did I catch something in town?\" He muttered to himself, quite \ncertain he was perfectly healthy when he went to bed... how long was it ago? 7 o' clock \nsounded right. \n \n \nHe wiped his brow, feeling the sweat smear like grease on his hand. He was seized by a \ncoughing fit, which riled his headache into a drilling pain. With a low groan, he threw his \nlegs over the side of the bed and dragged himself to his feet. There was a dot of black on \nthe back of his hand where he wiped the sweat off, but he dismissed it as the light, he \nwasn't going to dignify this sudden illness with worrying. \n \n\n \nHe let out a low, groaning yawn as he shuffled into the bathroom. He didn't even bother \nwith the light as he groped around in the medicine cabinet; taking bottle after plastic \nbottle out and trying to read the labels in the dark. Finally, he found a white bottle with \nthe word 'COLD AND FLU' and breathed a murmur of relief as he got it and turned the \nchildproof cap... and his grip slipped. He tried again, another slip. His hands were too \nslippery to even get a firm hold of the fine grooves on the edge of the lid. It felt like he \nhad just shoved both his hands wrist-deep in a trough of vegetable oil. \n \nHe fumbled and fought with the wretched cap, cursing heavily under his breath, until he \nfinally wrenched it off and dropped the black-stained cap in the sink and rattled three shiny \nlittle capsules into his palm. He popped them in dry and threw back his head and \nswallowed. He scratched his belly through his pajama top as he made his way back to bed, \nhis fingernails were longer and quite a bit sharper than he had realized. He returned to his \nbed and was immediately greeted with a sharp pressure just above his rear, his skin felt \ntight... stretched out. He got up and adjusted his pajama pants until a black, glossy tail \nfell over the waistband. \n \nHe closed his eyes, hoping to salvage some precious REM sleep; until a strange sensation \nwoke him back up. It felt something like a kitten standing on his chest. He opened his \nheavy-lidded eyes and sure enough, there was a dark shape on his chest... like a large rat. \nIt was only there for a split-second before scurrying away into the shadows, but it was \ndefinitely there. \n \n \n\"Fever dream. Nothing but.\" Jeff mumbled as he turned over and lay on his side; he shut \nhis eyes again... and was immediately awoken by a throbbing warmth that started in his \nbelly and flowed down, down into his crotch. An instant later and the throbbing turned into \na persistent ache, a need for release. He wiggled out of his pants and boxers and grabbed \nhis member, shuddering under the cold sweat and the black latex that slathered out of his \npores. He stroked and worked the shaft, slowly at first and then building up into a mindless \nfrenzy. He forgot the fever and everything else but his self-abuse. He had to cum, needed \nto... but the more he stroked the farther away his moment of release and relief felt. His \nmouth, now growing into a pointed muzzle hung open, his dark-colored tongue lolling out \nas he took deep, panting breaths as he arched his back, thrusting his pelvis as he jerked.\n \n \nFinally, the moment came and globs of oily black latex ejaculated from the head of his \npenis. It lay flaccid and small in his hands as he let out a low, animal groan. He was only \nbarely aware of the rubber soaking into his skin, reshaping his body. He just laid back and \nrubbed the black rubber ejaculate into his skin. His male organ, having served its role in \nthe latex's plan, drew back into his body centimeter by centimeter. Jeff's socks felt sticky \nand cramped so he peeled them off, letting his big feet, his long grasping toes wiggle free. \nHe threw the black-stained socks onto the floor as he felt around his shifting nethers with \nhis other paw...hand. \n \nIn but a moment, what was six inches became one half-inch and that half-inch pulled itself \nup into his body, leaving a sensitive feminine cleft that she clumsily poked and fingered at. \n \n \n \nShe... He gritted his sharp needle-like teeth as he fondled her...his self. He was certain \nthis was just a dream. She was sure of it... why was she so confused about her gender? It \nwas obvious she was a woman... no a man... no.\n Her ears felt funny. They were ringing like she was on a high-altitude flight and they \nfelt higher up than they were. Bigger too. \n \n \nHer train of thought was interrupted by the forming of her pouch, nestled tight in her belly \nand waiting to be filled with cute little spawn. She had decided that she would name any \ngirls she had Amy... no wait, this was not right. \n \n \n \nShe shook her head. Jeff, who was Jeff? This was a dream, she told herself that. It was a \ndream and all she had to do was to pinch herself. She took a bit of skin on her arm \nbetween her finger and thumb and squeezed, only to hear a squeak like a wet tire. She was \nwide awake now, sitting upright, panting. \n \nShe looked down at herself. She was now a bipedal opossum thing; covered in... no made \nout of glossy, smooth black latex. He tail swept back and forth on the mattress as she \nlooked down her muzzle at her chest. Something was wrong. \n \nShe took a deep breath and focused her mind. She strained internally as the latex on her \nchest rippled and shifted, a pair of perky breasts bloomed from her formerly washboard-flat \nchest. She squeezed them in her claws, how sensitive and soft they were. They continued \nto grow and swell in her hands, filling up with latex-infused milk. Her hands migrated \ndown to her hips as she felt them grow outward with her belly into a set of thick, huggable \ncurves. She giggled in a self-satisfied way; this was her favorite body type... what was the \nword for it? Zaftig? That sounded right.\n \n \nJem hooked her thumb on the rim of her pouch and stretched it open, watching it snap \nback and send ripples all throughout her rubber body when she let go. And then her big, \nround ears perked up. She got up off the mattress and pulled open the window. Her body \nand mind were being steered by an unspoken force of instinct, she threw her body over the \nedge of the window and crawled down the side of the building head-first, claws digging \ninto the vinyl siding. \n \n \nShe needed to mate. And if she couldn't find a mate, then she would just have to make one \nherself. \n \n--\nSally was thrown from a pleasant night's sleep by the sound of something in her house. The \nyoung woman sat upright with her covers bunched up in her hands, sitting still as her \nnerves would allow. She listened in the dark, hearing silence then the distinctive shuffling \nof footsteps. But there was something not quite right about them; there was an odd sort of \n'squeakiness' to the footsteps, like wet sneakers on a tile floor. And every so often, she \nwould hear them again. A torturously long few seconds of silence, then squeak. \n \n \nAnd then Sally noticed it was getting closer, whatever it was. She swept her blonde hair \nout of her eyes and retrieved the heavy, shiny red self defense flashlight from the \nnightstand. She held it in a reverse grip with most of the foot-long handle ready to serve as \na truncheon at a moment's notice and stepped out of the room slowly, sweeping the soft \nwhite light side to side as she made her way down the hall. \n \nWith every step Sally took, she felt like something was watching her. It was an unpleasant, \ncrawling feeling like an insect on the back of one's neck. And with it, there was a curious \noily smell, with a synthetic note mingling with it, like the smell of a rubber ball fresh out \nof its packaging. The smell had lead Sally to the den where she noticed an open window \nletting in a low, lonely breeze. \n \n\n \nHe heart skipped a beat, and then skipped two more when her flashlight caught what was \non the floor. \n \nFootprints, a long trail of them leading from the window tracked in a slick black \nsubstance. And they didn't belong to a person, which Sally was certain of when she knelt \ndown in her pajamas to get a better look. The toes were longer, ending in claws long \nenough to leave little scuffs in the hardwood floor with two of the digits resembling \nthumbs. \n \n \nShe touched a finger to the shiny black grease staining her floor, and then brought it to her \nnose. It smelt so strongly of rubber that the smell caught in the back of her throat and \nalmost made her gag. Sally knew that whatever was in her house was big and probably \nhungry, so she went over to the black plastic phone on the wall only to see the wire \nhanging in two limp pieces, chewed clean through. \n \nShe cursed, she cursed loudly and before her better judgment could stop her and almost as \nif answering her, there came a high-pitched, throaty hiss from the darkness behind her. \nSally spun around just in time for a big dark blur to tackle her to the floor, sending the \nflashlight rolling to a corner of the room well out of reach. \n \nShe screamed, only for whatever was on top of her to thrust its paw over her mouth. She \ncould smell that greasy rubber smell more than ever; it permeated every part of the beast's \nbody. The thing leaned in closer and she could see just enough of it to know what it was. \n \nIt was a humanoid opossum, with a body that was both curvy and well-muscled for \nclimbing, made entirely of shiny black rubber from whiskers to tail. Sally could tell it was a \nfemale thanks to the heavy, plump breasts it sported, with milky dark-gray latex trickling \ndown from its puffy nipples in thin trickles. \n \nThe creature bared its shiny, needle like teeth in a bone-chilling grin as it spoke to Sally: \n \n\"Breed\" \n \n \nShe looked up at it, silently asking a hundred questions with her blue eyes wide with shock, \nand the creature answered in its smooth, slippery voice. \"I need a mate. You are it. Breed \nand we'll be a family. Happy family.\" \n \n \nThe thing withdrew its hand from her mouth, she took in a sharp breath and rushed to put \nwords to the scattered jumbles of thoughts racing around in her mind. \"What are you?\"\n \nThe opossum thing only smiled. \"Drink. Drink and be better.\" And before Sally could voice \nher objections, the freakish marsupial cupped the back of the human's head and thrust her \nopen mouth toward its breast. Her lips landed squarely on the nipple, catching the first \nswallow of the lady opossum's synthetic milk. \n \n \nThe taste was overwhelming, like dark chocolate mixed with milk and a slight rubbery \nafter taste to follow it. It compelled Sally to keep drinking as the first swallow went down \nher throat. And the more she drank from the opossum's breast, a pleasant numbness settled \nin her mind. She felt herself relax into the creature's tight, warm embrace as she suckled \nlike a calf. \n \nAs Sally drank, she was blissfully unaware of the liquid rubber seeping down her cheek in \nflowing tendrils, caressing and gripping her fair skin as it coated her. \n \n \nAs her face was coated, the stuff started to bubble and squeak as her face was pulled out \ninto a snout much like the creature's own, with little whiskers soon following. Her hearing \npopped as her ears migrated to the top of her head, growing wider and rounder to let new \nsounds in. Sally arched her back, moaning as the rubber flowed down, with her captor \nrubbing it into her body, spreading it further and faster with every gentle touch. The \nrubber rolled down Sally's chest, dissolving her pajama top and converting it into more \nrubber. Her chest tingled as the rubber flowed over her skin, constricting her breasts and \npushing them flat against her body until they had entirely receded into a flat, broadening \nchest. Sally's bones ached as the shiny, squeaky stuff sculpted her shoulders and arms into \nbroader, more muscular forms.\n \nHer hands were next to be engulfed, her delicate human hands remolded into long-fingered \nclaws perfect for climbing, for seizing prey. Rounded fingernails narrowed and sharpened \ninto vicious looking claws shining obsidian black like the rest of her changed body. \n \nThe latex slid down over her hips, sending another wave of pleasantly dull aches as her hips \nwere narrowed to shoulder length, feminine curves shifting to masculine shapes and \nmusculature. When it reached her crotch, Sally felt something push out of her, bit by little \nbit. A fleshy, throbbing organ bulged out from the rippling, squeaking rubber, with two \nfirm balls beneath. Sally let out a lusty moan as the latex sheath opened up, letting a nine \ninch cock emerge fully erect and leaking rubbery precum. \n \n \nAnd that was not the only new addition to Sally's body. A long, tapering tail pulled out from \nthe small of her back, right at the base of her spine and filled out its length quickly, \nsending creaking ripples through the rubber with every inch that pulled out. With a sound \nlike a rubber band snapping, the new tail synced up with Sally's body, its four foot length \ncurling around the opossum on top of her.\n Finally, her feet were engulfed. The short human toes pulled out into agile claws, and \nshe felt a rush of excitement knowing her metamorphosis was over. In her clouded mind, \nSally knew something was wrong, but it felt good... very good. \n \n \n\"Breed now!\" The she-opossum hissed, rubbing her rubber body against Sally. Sally let out a \nhappy groan and licked her teeth. \n \n\"Yes,\" was all the former human could say before her...his mate thrust her body forward \nand hilted herself on the newly minted male. Their bodies squeaked as they rubbed \ntogether, with Sally bucking his hips against his eager mate. His new mate was so tight, \nher folds clenched firm around his engorged shaft making the wonderful squeaking noise all \nthe louder as he pumped in and out, in and out harder and faster as they licked and nipped \nplayfully at each other. \n \n \nThe she-opossum brought his head up to her chest, giving him another drink of her sweet, \nsweet milk as they coupled on the floor. They had settled into a brisk, indulgent rhythm; \nperfect for the both of them. Sally felt a rush of feeling in her loins, then a starburst of \npleasure and release as he pumped load after load of hot, slippery latex seed into his mate. \nthey cried out in orgasmic unison, their squealing echoing throughout the house, then they \ncollapsed into each other's arms.\n Sally felt a glow in her belly, she would bear his offspring. This was a certainty, and \nthe idea of raising a new brood of rubbery marsupials made his heart flutter. \n \n \n\"Name?\" the former human whispered, nuzzling his dear mate, his mistress and carrier of \ntheir spawn. \n \n \n\"Jen...\" She replied, licking his neck. \"Yours?\" \n \n \n\"Sal.\" \n \n \n\"That is a handsome name\" Jen sighed and rubbed her belly. Already she was starting to \nfirm up there, it wouldn't be long at all until she had her first litter. Sal leaned over and \nlicked her on the cheek, spent but totally satisfied. Sleep came to the both of them \nquickly. Tomorrow, they would leave this house in search of a safer den, but for now they \nwere at peace, their dreams filled with visions of warm, happy pouches full of happy baby \nopossums.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "When Jeff found himself awake at 3:00 AM, he knew in his gut something wasn't quite
right. He had always slept soundly, never had any problems with insomnia... but on that
night, he couldn't quite coax himself back to sleep. He looked at the digital clock on the
wicker nightstand and watched it count up to 3:02, 3:03, 3:04... The green numbers
glowed and shimmered in a fevered haze as he became dimly aware of a steady throbbing
pain in his head. He was sweating; his auburn bangs were plastered against his forehead
with cold flop sweat. "Did I catch something in town?" He muttered to himself, quite
certain he was perfectly healthy when he went to bed... how long was it ago? 7 o' clock
sounded right.
 
 
He wiped his brow, feeling the sweat smear like grease on his hand. He was seized by a
coughing fit, which riled his headache into a drilling pain. With a low groan, he threw his
legs over the side of the bed and dragged himself to his feet. There was a dot of black on
the back of his hand where he wiped the sweat off, but he dismissed it as the light, he
wasn't going to dignify this sudden illness with worrying.  
 

  
He let out a low, groaning yawn as he shuffled into the bathroom. He didn't even bother
with the light as he groped around in the medicine cabinet; taking bottle after plastic
bottle out and trying to read the labels in the dark. Finally, he found a white bottle with
the word 'COLD AND FLU' and breathed a murmur of relief as he got it and turned the
childproof cap... and his grip slipped. He tried again, another slip. His hands were too
slippery to even get a firm hold of the fine grooves on the edge of the lid. It felt like he
had just shoved both his hands wrist-deep in a trough of vegetable oil.
 
He fumbled and fought with the wretched cap, cursing heavily under his breath, until he
finally wrenched it off and dropped the black-stained cap in the sink and rattled three shiny
little capsules into his palm. He popped them in dry and threw back his head and
swallowed. He scratched his belly through his pajama top as he made his way back to bed,
his fingernails were longer and quite a bit sharper than he had realized. He returned to his
bed and was immediately greeted with a sharp pressure just above his rear, his skin felt
tight... stretched out. He got up and adjusted his pajama pants until a black, glossy tail
fell over the waistband.
  
He closed his eyes, hoping to salvage some precious REM sleep; until a strange sensation
woke him back up. It felt something like a kitten standing on his chest. He opened his
heavy-lidded eyes and sure enough, there was a dark shape on his chest... like a large rat.
It was only there for a split-second before scurrying away into the shadows, but it was
definitely there.
 
 
"Fever dream. Nothing but." Jeff mumbled as he turned over and lay on his side; he shut
his eyes again... and was immediately awoken by a throbbing warmth that started in his
belly and flowed down, down into his crotch. An instant later and the throbbing turned into
a persistent ache, a need for release. He wiggled out of his pants and boxers and grabbed
his member, shuddering under the cold sweat and the black latex that slathered out of his
pores. He stroked and worked the shaft, slowly at first and then building up into a mindless
frenzy. He forgot the fever and everything else but his self-abuse. He had to cum, needed
to... but the more he stroked the farther away his moment of release and relief felt. His
mouth, now growing into a pointed muzzle hung open, his dark-colored tongue lolling out
as he took deep, panting breaths as he arched his back, thrusting his pelvis as he jerked.
  
 
Finally, the moment came and globs of oily black latex ejaculated from the head of his
penis. It lay flaccid and small in his hands as he let out a low, animal groan. He was only
barely aware of the rubber soaking into his skin, reshaping his body. He just laid back and
rubbed the black rubber ejaculate into his skin. His male organ, having served its role in
the latex's plan, drew back into his body centimeter by centimeter. Jeff's socks felt sticky
and cramped so he peeled them off, letting his big feet, his long grasping toes wiggle free.
He threw the black-stained socks onto the floor as he felt around his shifting nethers with
his other paw...hand.
 
In but a moment, what was six inches became one half-inch and that half-inch pulled itself
up into his body, leaving a sensitive feminine cleft that she clumsily poked and fingered at.
 
 
 
She... He gritted his sharp needle-like teeth as he fondled her...his self. He was certain
this was just a dream. She was sure of it... why was she so confused about her gender? It
was obvious she was a woman... no a man... no.
   Her ears felt funny. They were ringing like she was on a high-altitude flight and they
felt higher up than they were. Bigger too.
 
 
Her train of thought was interrupted by the forming of her pouch, nestled tight in her belly
and waiting to be filled with cute little spawn. She had decided that she would name any
girls she had Amy... no wait, this was not right.
 
 
 
She shook her head. Jeff, who was Jeff? This was a dream, she told herself that. It was a
dream and all she had to do was to pinch herself. She took a bit of skin on her arm
between her finger and thumb and squeezed, only to hear a squeak like a wet tire. She was
wide awake now, sitting upright, panting.
 
She looked down at herself. She was now a bipedal opossum thing; covered in... no made
out of glossy, smooth black latex. He tail swept back and forth on the mattress as she
looked down her muzzle at her chest. Something was wrong.
 
She took a deep breath and focused her mind. She strained internally as the latex on her
chest rippled and shifted, a pair of perky breasts bloomed from her formerly washboard-flat
chest. She squeezed them in her claws, how sensitive and soft they were. They continued
to grow and swell in her hands, filling up with latex-infused milk. Her hands migrated
down to her hips as she felt them grow outward with her belly into a set of thick, huggable
curves. She giggled in a self-satisfied way; this was her favorite body type... what was the
word for it? Zaftig? That sounded right.
 
 
Jem hooked her thumb on the rim of her pouch and stretched it open, watching it snap
back and send ripples all throughout her rubber body when she let go. And then her big,
round ears perked up. She got up off the mattress and pulled open the window. Her body
and mind were being steered by an unspoken force of instinct, she threw her body over the
edge of the window and crawled down the side of the building head-first, claws digging
into the vinyl siding.
 
 
She needed to mate. And if she couldn't find a mate, then she would just have to make one
herself.
 
--
Sally was thrown from a pleasant night's sleep by the sound of something in her house. The
young woman sat upright with her covers bunched up in her hands, sitting still as her
nerves would allow. She listened in the dark, hearing silence then the distinctive shuffling
of footsteps. But there was something not quite right about them; there was an odd sort of
'squeakiness' to the footsteps, like wet sneakers on a tile floor. And every so often, she
would hear them again. A torturously long few seconds of silence, then squeak.
 
 
And then Sally noticed it was getting closer, whatever it was. She swept her blonde hair
out of her eyes and retrieved the heavy, shiny red self defense flashlight from the
nightstand. She held it in a reverse grip with most of the foot-long handle ready to serve as
a truncheon at a moment's notice and stepped out of the room slowly, sweeping the soft
white light side to side as she made her way down the hall.
 
With every step Sally took, she felt like something was watching her. It was an unpleasant,
crawling feeling like an insect on the back of one's neck. And with it, there was a curious
oily smell, with a synthetic note mingling with it, like the smell of a rubber ball fresh out
of its packaging. The smell had lead Sally to the den where she noticed an open window
letting in a low, lonely breeze.
 

  
He heart skipped a beat, and then skipped two more when her flashlight caught what was
on the floor.
 
Footprints, a long trail of them leading from the window tracked in a slick black
substance. And they didn't belong to a person, which Sally was certain of when she knelt
down in her pajamas to get a better look. The toes were longer, ending in claws long
enough to leave little scuffs in the hardwood floor with two of the digits resembling
thumbs.
 
 
She touched a finger to the shiny black grease staining her floor, and then brought it to her
nose. It smelt so strongly of rubber that the smell caught in the back of her throat and
almost made her gag. Sally knew that whatever was in her house was big and probably
hungry, so she went over to the black plastic phone on the wall only to see the wire
hanging in two limp pieces, chewed clean through.
 
She cursed, she cursed loudly and before her better judgment could stop her and almost as
if answering her, there came a high-pitched, throaty hiss from the darkness behind her.
Sally spun around just in time for a big dark blur to tackle her to the floor, sending the
flashlight rolling to a corner of the room well out of reach.
  
She screamed, only for whatever was on top of her to thrust its paw over her mouth. She
could smell that greasy rubber smell more than ever; it permeated every part of the beast's
body. The thing leaned in closer and she could see just enough of it to know what it was.
 
It was a humanoid opossum, with a body that was both curvy and well-muscled for
climbing, made entirely of shiny black rubber from whiskers to tail. Sally could tell it was a
female thanks to the heavy, plump breasts it sported, with milky dark-gray latex trickling
down from its puffy nipples in thin trickles.  
 
The creature bared its shiny, needle like teeth in a bone-chilling grin as it spoke to Sally:
 
"Breed"
 
 
She looked up at it, silently asking a hundred questions with her blue eyes wide with shock,
and the creature answered in its smooth, slippery voice. "I need a mate. You are it. Breed
and we'll be a family. Happy family."
 
 
The thing withdrew its hand from her mouth, she took in a sharp breath and rushed to put
words to the scattered jumbles of thoughts racing around in her mind. "What are you?"
  
The opossum thing only smiled. "Drink. Drink and be better." And before Sally could voice
her objections, the freakish marsupial cupped the back of the human's head and thrust her
open mouth toward its breast. Her lips landed squarely on the nipple, catching the first
swallow of the lady opossum's synthetic milk.
 
 
The taste was overwhelming, like dark chocolate mixed with milk and a slight rubbery
after taste to follow it. It compelled Sally to keep drinking as the first swallow went down
her throat. And the more she drank from the opossum's breast, a pleasant numbness settled
in her mind. She felt herself relax into the creature's tight, warm embrace as she suckled
like a calf.  
 
As Sally drank, she was blissfully unaware of the liquid rubber seeping down her cheek in
flowing tendrils, caressing and gripping her fair skin as it coated her.  
 
 
As her face was coated, the stuff started to bubble and squeak as her face was pulled out
into a snout much like the creature's own, with little whiskers soon following. Her hearing
popped as her ears migrated to the top of her head, growing wider and rounder to let new
sounds in. Sally arched her back, moaning as the rubber flowed down, with her captor
rubbing it into her body, spreading it further and faster with every gentle touch. The
rubber rolled down Sally's chest, dissolving her pajama top and converting it into more
rubber. Her chest tingled as the rubber flowed over her skin, constricting her breasts and
pushing them flat against her body until they had entirely receded into a flat, broadening
chest. Sally's bones ached as the shiny, squeaky stuff sculpted her shoulders and arms into
broader, more muscular forms.
  
Her hands were next to be engulfed, her delicate human hands remolded into long-fingered
claws perfect for climbing, for seizing prey. Rounded fingernails narrowed and sharpened
into vicious looking claws shining obsidian black like the rest of her changed body.
 
The latex slid down over her hips, sending another wave of pleasantly dull aches as her hips
were narrowed to shoulder length, feminine curves shifting to masculine shapes and
musculature. When it reached her crotch, Sally felt something push out of her, bit by little
bit. A fleshy, throbbing organ bulged out from the rippling, squeaking rubber, with two
firm balls beneath. Sally let out a lusty moan as the latex sheath opened up, letting a nine
inch cock emerge fully erect and leaking rubbery precum.
 
 
And that was not the only new addition to Sally's body. A long, tapering tail pulled out from
the small of her back, right at the base of her spine and filled out its length quickly,
sending creaking ripples through the rubber with every inch that pulled out. With a sound
like a rubber band snapping, the new tail synced up with Sally's body, its four foot length
curling around the opossum on top of her.
   Finally, her feet were engulfed. The short human toes pulled out into agile claws, and
she felt a rush of excitement knowing her metamorphosis was over. In her clouded mind,
Sally knew something was wrong, but it felt good... very good.
 
 
"Breed now!" The she-opossum hissed, rubbing her rubber body against Sally. Sally let out a
happy groan and licked her teeth.
 
"Yes," was all the former human could say before her...his mate thrust her body forward
and hilted herself on the newly minted male. Their bodies squeaked as they rubbed
together, with Sally bucking his hips against his eager mate. His new mate was so tight,
her folds clenched firm around his engorged shaft making the wonderful squeaking noise all
the louder as he pumped in and out, in and out harder and faster as they licked and nipped
playfully at each other.
 
 
The she-opossum brought his head up to her chest, giving him another drink of her sweet,
sweet milk as they coupled on the floor. They had settled into a brisk, indulgent rhythm;
perfect for the both of them. Sally felt a rush of feeling in her loins, then a starburst of
pleasure and release as he pumped load after load of hot, slippery latex seed into his mate.
they cried out in orgasmic unison, their squealing echoing throughout the house, then they
collapsed into each other's arms.
   Sally felt a glow in her belly, she would bear his offspring. This was a certainty, and
the idea of raising a new brood of rubbery marsupials made his heart flutter.  
 
 
"Name?" the former human whispered, nuzzling his dear mate, his mistress and carrier of
their spawn.
 
 
"Jen..." She replied, licking his neck. "Yours?"
 
 
"Sal."
 
 
"That is a handsome name" Jen sighed and rubbed her belly. Already she was starting to
firm up there, it wouldn't be long at all until she had her first litter. Sal leaned over and
licked her on the cheek, spent but totally satisfied. Sleep came to the both of them
quickly. Tomorrow, they would leave this house in search of a safer den, but for now they
were at peace, their dreams filled with visions of warm, happy pouches full of happy baby
opossums.

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