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"writing": "[b][u][center]A New Dose of Party Fun\nKink-Tober 10: Latex TF\nFor shorkieshork\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n“Bit quiet for one of your parties, Sarah,” Trista said, shaking her head as she looked around the living room. “Not that I mind – it’s nice to have something a little quieter, but I’m used to you having like…twenty people here.”\n\nSarah – a thresher shark, longer-tailed and taller than Trista was – chuckled and shook her head. The other female leaned back, a glass of wine in her hand and her long black dress on the verge of sliding down on one side. Trista pulled her eyes back up, shaking her head and pushing her purple, spiky hair out of her face and away from the gill-lines on her neck. \n\n“I mean, unless you’ve been sneaking people to the bedrooms or down to the basement or something –”\n\n“Nah, nothing like that,” the other shark said, chuckling with a throaty growl. “But you know how it is. Some people hear I’m trying something special and suddenly they got all kinds of prior engagements.”\n\n“Something…special?”\n\n“What, didn’t get the memo?”\n\n“Not…really, no,” Trista admitted, sitting up a little straighter on the couch. “It’s not something in the drinks, is it?”\n\n“Oh god, no. That’s just…tacky.”\n\nTrista breathed out a small sigh of relief. \n\n“No, no, it’s in the adult candy bowl in the kitchen; I was waiting to see who was still around after socializing, that’s all.”\n\nTrista looked around again. Other than the two of them and Trista’s roommate – Jeffrey, the only other shark in the house – there were only three other guests. Two of them were near the front door, already gathering their coats and hats and getting ready to head out. The pair of squirrels hadn’t even come dressed-up; she imagined that they’d come here hoping to get some easy sex and had been disappointed when the playgirl of the neighborhood had other plans for the night. The other guest – a female Doberman – was lingering in the kitchen, clearly eyeing Jeffrey up and thinking about what a great white shark would feel like in bed, but Trista would put long odds on the canine getting what she actually wanted. \n\nShe shook her head. Sarah was known throughout the neighborhood as the…well, she didn’t want to speak meanly of her friend, but ‘slut’ was the word that was usually bandied around. Sarah preferred the idea of being a ‘public-use sub,’ but the thresher shark was deeper into that community than she was and – \n\nWell, then there was Jeffrey. She didn’t know what the great white actually did, but she knew that he wasn’t a sub. That man was no-one’s bitch, and she shivered whenever he fixed her with those deep, dark eyes of his. The purple-haired, purple-teal-green shark shook her head and pulled herself together. \n\n“I don’t think that there’s gonna be many of those, heh.”\n\n“Probably not, but at least there won’t be anyone pussying out at the last second,” Sarah said, crossing one leg over the other. “You going to stay?”\n\n“…Maybe, but, uh, depends.”\n\n“Mmmm, thinking of stepping outside of your vanilla little comfort zone?”\n\n“Mmph. I just – I like what I like, okay? And I’m not vanilla!”\n\n“Heh, sure.”\n\nTrista rubbed her burning cheeks, shaking her head as she looked anywhere but at Sarah. Maybe she didn’t have a kinky party every month, but she had a few things in her life besides masturbation and missionary. \n\nAdmittedly she hadn’t done many of them for a [i]while[/i] now, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t enjoy them. Sometimes. Occasionally. When it was the right kind of time and mood and partner and – \n\nOkay, maybe it had been a little longer than a little while, but still. She rubbed the back of her head. \n\n“What kind of…thing…did you have in mind?” she asked. \n\n“Interested after all?” \n\n“Only if it’s something I can manage.”\n\n“Heh. Well, have you ever heard of LTX?” Sarah asked. \n\n“LT – wait, isn’t that the – that drug that turns people into drones?” Trista asked, her voice dropping further and further until it was nothing more than a whisper. “What the hell are you doing with something like that?”\n\n“Relax, relax. It only gets that bad if you end up taking too much of it. Besides, there’s people out there that’d like to become one of those things.”\n\n“Well, I’m not one of them.”\n\n“Heh, not saying you were,” the thresher shark said, her long tail flicking over the back of the couch. “But anyway. That only happens with the big doses. With the smaller stuff, all it does is make you smooth, sensitive, and – if you take a little more – maybe a little suggestible. All the big stuff only happens if you take a double-dose or more. And I’m just passing out the small stuff tonight.”\n\n“I…I see…”\n\n“So, you want to take some and spend the night?”\n\n“I –”\n\nThe idea of having her skin turn from shark-flesh to latex…wasn’t a bad one, she had to admit. She looked down at her arms, imagining how it would look. The colors going smooth, the lines blurring between them, looking almost more like something had been painted on her instead of being her actual skin? And the idea of that going further, covering her breasts, or going further down – \n\nShe bit her lips, the sharp points of her teeth pulling her thoughts back to reality. She could already feel [i]that[/i] twitching between her legs, and she crossed them tighter as Sarah smiled knowingly. \n\n“You want some, alright. You gonna ask?”\n\n“…One piece. Just…a small bit.”\n\n“Hehehe, fine. You can have a taste. Hey, Jeffrey?” Sarah called over her shoulder. \n\n“Coming!”\n\nTrista didn’t have time to calm herself down before the much-taller great white shark walked around the corner with a candy-bowl in hand. He offered it to her, the wrapped-up candy balls inside gleaming with a sinister twinkle that she hadn’t really clocked before. \n\n[i]There’s no difference. You just…you just know that they’re drugged now,[/i] she thought. [i]Holy shit, you’re twisted, Sarah…[/i]\n\n“I’d go with one. Two’s a standard dose, three’s enough to start making you go subby, four will get you droned,” Sarah said, smirking. \n\nShe looked down at the bowl again. Each candy was wrapped in a black wrapper. It should have made them look drab, but instead, the reflected light made them look almost menacing, like the whole thing was filled with latex treats waiting to take over a host. Yet, she still reached out, taking one after a moment’s hesitation and yanking her hand back. \n\n“Just one?” Sarah asked, cocking her head to the side. \n\n“Just…just one.”\n\n“Heh, that’s fine, that’s fine. Go ahead. Take it.”\n\n“…”\n\n“Or put it back,” the thresher shark said, reaching out for a pair for herself. “But pick one.”\n\nJust one, Trista decided. She didn’t need to be all horned up before she left. One would be enough to let her figure out whether she liked it or not. She looked down at the candy, then forced herself to unwrap it. Her fingers shook as she twisted the black wrapper, eventually exposing the chocolate core of the little treat. \n\n[i]It looks so innocent,[/i] she thought as she brought the candy ball to eye-level. [i]Is it really…[/i]\n\nFor a moment, she thought – maybe even hoped – that Sarah was messing with her, but that didn’t make any sense. The thresher shark’s party was too empty for this to be a prank just for her, and Sarah liked getting fucked too much for her to try and prank a whole room with something like this. No, this had to be real. The question was, how many of the stories that she’d heard about LTX were true, and how many of them were just bullshit?\n\n[i]A drug that turns people into latex…a drug that makes their bodies soft, squishy, malleable…that makes their brains go funny and fuzzy…[/i]\n\nA shiver ran down her spine at the idea of letting herself get anywhere close to that. Even in her kinkiest dreams, she’d never imagined letting herself go to that degree. Maybe a collar, maybe a plug for times away, but that…\n\n[i]It’s just one. It’s not the whole thing. It’s just one dose.[/i]\n\nTrista took a deep breath, then forced the chocolate ball into her mouth. Two bites, swallow – \n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“Heh, yeah, it’s bitter as hell,” Sarah said, twiddling a candy of her own between her fingers. “Takes a bit to get used to.”\n\n“Nnngh…mmmph…ugh,” Trista muttered, sticking out her tongue. “It’s [i]bad.[/i]”\n\n“Think of it like medicine.”\n\n“Ugh. How long does it take to start working?”\n\n“Oh, not long. Give it about sixty seconds, then start touching yourself. I usually start with the tongue; tends to work from the mouth outward.”\n\nWork outward. Would she feel the transformation, she wondered, or would it be subtle enough to stay unnoticed until after it had happened? She didn’t know, but it was…an interesting thought, at the very least. She sat quietly, her hands in her lap and her face steadily burning hotter and hotter as she tried to be aware of everything all at once. \n\nWas her mouth getting dryer?\n\nWas her breath coming faster?\n\nWas she feeling her tongue more, or was it just her paying attention to everything?\n\nTime passed slower than she’d like. Eventually, Sarah nodded, gesturing at her, and Trista reached up to her mouth – \n\n“Mmmph!”\n\nAs soon as her fingers made contact with her lips, she had to pull them away. Not because it felt bad, but because it felt good. Too good. Almost as good as last night when she had the vibrator pressed against her prostate and – \n\n“Mmmph…mmmm…”\n\nShe huffed, regretting it instantly as the hot air and vibration of the suppressed grunt made her lips and tongue feel even better. Trista shook her head, taking slow breaths through her nose as she tried to get used to it. Fuck, fuck, fuck, that felt good, almost like someone had a hand down her pants and was rubbing her dick. [i]Fuck.[/i]\n\n“Feeling good?” Sarah asked. \n\n“Mmm-hmm…”\n\n“Heh, don’t worry. Won’t get much more intense than that. You need another dose for it to get mind-numbing.”\n\nIf this wasn’t mind-numbing, she wasn’t sure that she could have taken a double-dose. Even without the other issues – \n\nAnother breath, this one tickling the back of her throat, and oh, that felt good. It was like something rubbing inside of her ass, gently fingering her, and she balled her hands tight at her side to keep herself from thinking too hard about that. Oh, god, no, she didn’t want to think too hard about that with Jeffrey right around the corner and the possibilities that brought up. The idea of the great white shark using her that way – \n\nShe shook her head again –\n\n“Mmmph…Fffffffuck,” she hissed, feeling every little vibration running up her vocal cords, out of her throat, out of her mouth. “My tongue…my…my face…”\n\n“Breathe. First time’s a little rough, but it’s good.”\n\nGood was an understatement. She was shivering, blushing – she could feel every last tremor, every last bit of heat – and it was getting worse and worse as the sensitivity spread down her face, over her neck, and into her chest. Trista forced herself to her feet, walking as slow as she could to the mirror by the front door. Even then, she could feel her top sliding, rubbing, teasing her newly sensitized flesh as she did. Sarah’s little chuckle chased her along, filling her ears and making her even more embarrassed. \n\nFinally, she found the mirror and – \n\n[i]Oh…my…god…[/i]\n\nShe could see the difference already. The teal flesh along her face and the purple and blue marks on her arms had already gone smooth and shiny, and as she looked down at her forearms, she could see the slow spread of it reaching down to her hands. Even as she stared, the soft, slightly pebbly look of her skin faded away, becoming smooth, shiny, and…and almost frictionless to the eye. She could only imagine how slick that would be, but she forced her hands to stay down at her side, not daring to touch her own body. \n\nAnd it wasn’t done. She felt it creeping over her waist, past her skirt, but she wasn’t going to look at that. No, no, no way, not here, not even when Sarah was used to naked people in her house. She just stood there, feeling her cock getting harder, feeling every detail of her underwear and everything else, and – \n\nThen it started showing past her skirt. Her thighs, her knees, her calves, her tail: all of them started to take on the same semi-reflective, smooth-to-the-touch look that the rest of her had. She kicked off her shoes at the last second, putting them to the side and staring as everything turned into something rubbery, something…\n\nLatex. \n\nShe was…she was actually latex. \n\n“Pretty hot, right?” Sarah asked, chuckling. “How do you feel?”\n\n“Mmmph…I…I don’t know…”\n\n“Take a longer look. Just see how you feel…how it makes you feel to look at yourself…and how other people might feel to look at something so…smooth, and sensual, heh.”\n\nTrista bit back a whimper of embarrassment as she looked back at the mirror. She had been…well, something of a looker, at least in her eyes. Purple hair, fin-ears that ran a little higher, teal with a turquoise interior and black stripes. The same teal and turquoise colors ran down her face, turning more teal and purple along her shoulders and arms, turning back to turquoise along her forearms and purple along her belly. Her breasts had always looked…noticeable, to say the least, not quite huge and bimbo-like, but still having a good heft to them that she knew most people stared at, and despite the bit between her legs, she had all the right curves to her hips. \n\nShe shifted from foot to foot as she looked at herself now, a bulge in her skirt making it hard to ignore her own arousal, or how obvious it was. She curled her toes against the carpet, hyper-aware of the fibers underfoot, and her tail twitched – \n\nSqueak. \n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nThat was more than a little embarrassing, hearing that. Not only was she all rubber, but she was the kind of rubbery latex that made sounds as it moved. Fuuuuuck, why was that as hot as it was?\n\nYet, as she looked at herself, at the way that her skin had gone from ever so slightly pebbly to completely smooth, at how her hair was fixed and no longer moving, how her tail pulled at a stretch of latex ‘skin’ at the base and made little fabric divots here and there, she couldn’t help but blush and smile at the same time. She reached up and touched her face again and almost melted at the comfort of her own hands. She ran her hands down her sides, barely resisting wiggling from the touch. \n\n“Well?” Sarah asked. \n\n“It feels…good.”\n\n“Heh, that’s what I wanted to hear. Think you could show off a little bit?”\n\n“I…well…”\n\nIt felt like a little much. A little too much. She was overwhelmed by pure physical stimulation and it was harder and harder to think. She – she needed – \n\n“Can I have the bedroom for a bit?” Trista asked. “I – I need to get – get used to this.”\n\n“Heh, sure, sure. Jeffrey?” the thresher shark said, looking over her shoulder. “Mind taking her back there then coming back out to dose me?”\n\n“Got it, babe. Come on, Trista.”\n\nShe fell in stumbling step behind the great white shark, huffing as she went. It wasn’t that everything felt amazing – though there was a baseline ‘good’ that came with every single touch she got – but more that she was aware of everything at once. Her entire body felt like it was sending her messages of pleasure, sensation, information about every little thing that touched it or that it touched. \n\nCarpet fibers. \n\nWarm air. \n\nCold air. \n\nHer clothes. \n\nHer nails. \n\nHer hair. \n\nBy the time that they reached the bedroom, she was a dizzy mess. Trista barely let Jeffrey shut the door before she pulled her shirt over her head and her skirt and panties down to the floor, all but falling into the bed as she moaned. \n\n“Mmmmph!”\n\nTrista almost lost herself to the pure pleasure of the soft sheets. She didn’t even know that was possible, but she writhed and twisted about in the blankets for nearly a minute before she stopped herself. The shark was on all fours when she finally calmed down enough to thick, her mouth hanging open and a shiny tongue pushed past her teeth, and – \n\nAnd she was hard as a rock. \n\nTrista moaned, reaching back and fondling her cock. It had already come loose from her sheath, throbbing and needy, and – mmmph, just as sensitive as the rest of her, maybe even more so. \n\nShe stroked her fingers around the tip, teasing it, feeling how wet and drippy she already was. She didn’t know if the slime coming from her cock was as slippery and latex-like as the rest of her, but for the moment, she didn’t care. All she wanted was to touch herself, feel herself, see how much better it was. \n\nThe answer was, a lot. \n\nThe shark arched her back as she groped herself, barely able to hold her cock from how much better it felt. She rolled to the side, falling onto the blankets again, shivering as she arched her back and thrust against her hands, only to have to pull her fingers back from almost cumming in just two humps. \n\n“Mmmph…mmmph…”\n\nRolling onto her back, she curled her toes and writhed, thrusting against the air and then stopping as she felt how close she was again. Her ass cheeks were sensitive, too, the bed touching and stroking them with her wriggling motions and feeling as good as hands on her breasts. Better, even, making her grind back and try and get – \n\nNo, she had – she could do better than that. \n\nThe eager shark reached back with one hand, the other lifting her cock and balls and pulling them out of the way. Her other fingers dipped further down, along her flesh and then between her cheeks and – \n\n“MMMMPH!”\n\nIt was almost too much for her to take. She nearly blacked out as her first finger slid in. Dry, too, no lube, nothing but the easy, natural stretch of her new rubber body. She panted, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as her finger squelched into her, going as deep as it could in one smooth stroke. Her other hand let go of her cock, going right for her breasts, squeezing the left one as she moaned and fingered herself. \n\nOne finger became two, three, four, nearly fisting herself as she laid there. Thought and reason were long-gone; her ass, as hyper-sensitive as the rest of her, had completely wiped her mind clear of everything but the pure pleasure of being [i]filled.[/i]\n\nIn, out, in, out. Each time she forced it past her rim, she felt like she was milking her soul out through her prostate. Her cock jumped, her balls churned, and her entire body shook as if she was going to hit the highest peak that she ever had…\n\nExcept that she didn’t. \n\nThrust. \n\nSquelch. \n\nThrust. \n\nSquelch. \n\nShe was nearly punching her entire hand into her ass, rubbing her prostate, teasing her inner walls, making her cock dance. She was groping, almost mauling her breasts from how much she was playing with them. She was so sensitive that she could have given the precise fiber-count of the fucking sheets if she wasn’t more focused on cumming. \n\nSo why wasn’t she?\n\n“Nnngh…mmmph…ah…ah…ah…”\n\nTrista whimpered, starting to buck her hips back against her hand. She pushed her fingers together, trying to form a proper cone to get her fist in – \n\nPOP!\n\nBwooom. \n\nThat second ‘sound’ was enough to stop her in her tracks. The shark froze, eyes wide, mouth agape. Something…something was…off. Even as her asshole clenched massively around her fist, she could feel something happening, something changing around her wrist. It felt…off, disproportionate somehow, as if – as if it was getting narrower. \n\nWhimpering, she rolled onto her side and popped her hand out again. The sucking feeling of her fingers sliding out was one thing, but as she brought her hand back into view – \n\nHer jaw dropped. Her rim had squeezed so hard around her wrist that it had narrowed, almost like the narrow part of a butt plug before the flare. She stared at it, unable to believe what she was looking at. This – this wasn’t supposed to happen. Maybe some slickness, maybe the smooth and sensitive part, but – but she wasn’t supposed to start [i]changing.[/i] Even her fingers had warped, almost glued together, and she had to rub them desperately with her other hand to get them to split apart again – \n\n“Mmmph…nnngh…”\n\nAnd it was made all the more difficult by the fucking fact that they were still so sensitive. Why? Why did this feel so…so…\n\n“Feeling better?” Sarah called from down the hall. \n\n“Nnnngh…mmmph…”\n\n“Say something, hon, or I’m coming in…”\n\nWhatever words Trista might have summoned wouldn’t come. All she could do was whimper; her ass felt emptier than ever, her cock dripping and needing a hole, and – and she couldn’t even think about how to ask what the fuck was wrong with her. She laid there, humping the air, huffing and moaning. \n\nThe door opened. Sarah was different, now, completely covered in a red latex. Her hips sported handlebars now, and they – they were completely joined with her, coming out of her as if they were just part of her body. Her face had been molded too, her cheeks turned in, her mouth sealed shut save for a little hole at the very front that looked like it could barely move. Her arms, too, were bound against her sides, barely allowing her forearms to move back and forth and do small things, and her tail was pressed to her back, all but molded into her spine. \n\nAnd yet, she was the one that looked surprised. It was all Trista could do to whimper a little as she tried to sit up. \n\n“Oh, dear,” Sarah muttered. “Jeffrey?”\n\n“Hmm?”\n\n“Did you dose the candies?”\n\n“Yeah. Thought I’d take care of it for you.”\n\n“Yeahhhhh, we might have gone a little too far.”\n\n“Why?”\n\n“Because I dosed them too.”\n\n“…Oh, fuck.”\n\n“Yeah, so, I’m probably going to go fuzzy brained in – mmmph – probably just a few minutes, so you’re going to have to take care of me and – hoooo, boy – me and Trista tonight.”\n\n“Got it. Getting the shit.”\n\nTrista moaned as the other woman joined her in bed. Sarah’s eyes were already going a little hazy. She giggled as she laid down, then shook her head and groaned. \n\n“Yep…yep, it’s getting stronger.”\n\n“What…why…why am I…”\n\n“Too much at once. My fault. Sorry about that,” Sarah said. “But you’ll get everything you need, don’t worry about it.”\n\n“But – but I – ah!”\n\nShe moaned as Sarah pinched her nipples. The other woman pulled, and – and she grew. Trista stared as her breasts expanded, pulling out, growing to meet the pressure that dragged them free. Her nipples swelled, too, becoming something closer to teats, thick and easy to play with, while her breasts swelled from small to large. Bouncy, thick, and – \n\n“Mmmmph!”\n\nThen Sarah curled her fingers, pressing one of them right against her left nipple. It gave, going in just a little, but then the other shark started twiddling with it. It…it felt weird, like something was almost opening up, but how?\n\n“What…what are – ah – what are you – mmmph!” \n\nShe couldn’t talk, couldn’t ask questions, couldn’t do anything but ‘suffer’ the pleasure of her breasts being played with. The other shark nudged her nipples with her fingers, pushing in, pulling back, pushing in again, until – \n\nSquelch. \n\nTrista almost came again, her cock slapping against her belly and shooting out some kind of fluid that was definitely not pre-cum. It splattered against her belly, spreading, rolling off of her, but her cock kept oozing even after that little spasm. The shark looked down, staring as she watched Sarah’s fingers sliding into her nipples, into her breasts. It was impossible, completely impossible, and yet, here she was getting her nipples penetrated. She could just barely see the bulge through her breast-flesh and she shook her head in complete disbelief. \n\n“How…”\n\n“You’re latex – mmmph – and latex bends, stretches…reforms…Makes it real hard to hold your shape…”\n\n“It – it gets better later, right? Right?”\n\n“Mmm, yeah…goes back to normal…eventually.”\n\nThe slurping sound as the thresher shark’s fingers came free was so lewd, so wrong, but she couldn’t stop herself from wanting more. Even as she arched her back, putting her breasts out on instinct, Sarah was already running her hands further down. \n\nHips. The other woman’s fingers dug into her hips, making the latex flesh dent and give in. As soon as she got a grip, she pulled, and Trista yelped as she felt her skin give, deform, and warp under the pressure. She whipped her head down and gulped as she saw that she was getting the same sort of hand-grips on her hips as Sarah had; anyone could just grab hold of her and rut away with those, particularly as – \n\n“Roll over.”\n\nShe didn’t have a chance; she obeyed without thinking, her brain on autopilot. The other shark grabbed her ass cheeks, pinching, pulling – \n\n“Gotta keep you open and ready…”\n\nTrista felt the air huff out of her lungs as the other shark shouldered her tail higher. As soon as it touched her back, she felt something change, the flesh melting, giving. Her latex skin gave way, molding itself against her tail and – sure enough – it was stuck to her just as Sarah’s was molded to her spine. \n\nUp. \n\nOut of the way. \n\nExposed. \n\nAnd the pinching down below, the way that the other shark pulled at her ass and her thighs and her hips, was doing something. She could feel her cheeks bouncing slightly, but they were no longer quite…touching. The cheeks were pulled apart and – \n\n[i]Oh god, she pinched it all together at the hips and thighs so my cheeks can’t clap…[/i]\n\nWhich meant that her hole would be permanently displayed until this was all done with. Handlebars on her hips, cheeks naturally pulled apart, hole winking – and oh [i]fuck[/i] it was winking – and sweating whatever stuff latex could sweat? She would look like some sort of sex toy out of a porno, and she…\n\nShe kinda…\n\nShe kinda liked it. \n\nHer own brain was going all kinds of fuzzy as she was altered, her hole pulled and tweaked, made more of a ridged, textured thing with Sarah’s touches. There was a brief moment of tongue, and then it faded. Trista was barely paying attention, too busy moaning and humping against the bed until she was flipped over again. \n\n“All…all I can do,” Sarah panted, the other shark joining her on the bed. “Mmmph…hope you’re ready to take it…latex should…should make it easier…but Jeffrey’s gonna give it to ya…”\n\n“M-me?”\n\n“Mmm-hmm. Both of us.”\n\n“I…I…”\n\n“Here he comes.”\n\nThe door opened again and Trista couldn’t look away. Jeffrey had always been big, but now, the massive great white was covered in a white latex that took away almost every feature but his muscles and the massive cock between his legs. It was latex, just like them, and it was…oozing. Oozing, dripping, throbbing, and looking more like a weapon than a breeding tool. Her ass would have puckered for it if it wasn’t posed just so; even then, she could hear the squeaks her body made as it prepared itself. \n\n“Oh…god…”\n\n“It’ll be fine. Just…don’t fight it…enjoy it…and go – mmmmmm, fuzzy…”\n\nThe soft, smooth, empty-brain feeling was settling on her, too, and she fell into it without a second thought. She had a feeling it’d be good to not think, and just feel.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Annnnnnd scene. Finally, my god, finally finished this thing. I did not mean to take so long to show a shark getting warped, but here we are. Hope you enjoy.\n\nTags: Intersex/solo, Intersex/female, Latex, Latex Transformation, Sensitivity, Smooth Skin, Latex Person, Fingering, Anal Fingering, Nipple Penetration, Growth, Self-Bondage, Body Bondage, Shark, Thresher Shark, Great White Shark, Edging, \n",
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A New Dose of Party Fun Kink-Tober 10: Latex TF For shorkieshork By Draconicon
“Bit quiet for one of your parties, Sarah,” Trista said, shaking her head as she looked around the living room. “Not that I mind – it’s nice to have something a little quieter, but I’m used to you having like…twenty people here.”
Sarah – a thresher shark, longer-tailed and taller than Trista was – chuckled and shook her head. The other female leaned back, a glass of wine in her hand and her long black dress on the verge of sliding down on one side. Trista pulled her eyes back up, shaking her head and pushing her purple, spiky hair out of her face and away from the gill-lines on her neck.
“I mean, unless you’ve been sneaking people to the bedrooms or down to the basement or something –”
“Nah, nothing like that,” the other shark said, chuckling with a throaty growl. “But you know how it is. Some people hear I’m trying something special and suddenly they got all kinds of prior engagements.”
“Something…special?”
“What, didn’t get the memo?”
“Not…really, no,” Trista admitted, sitting up a little straighter on the couch. “It’s not something in the drinks, is it?”
“Oh god, no. That’s just…tacky.”
Trista breathed out a small sigh of relief.
“No, no, it’s in the adult candy bowl in the kitchen; I was waiting to see who was still around after socializing, that’s all.”
Trista looked around again. Other than the two of them and Trista’s roommate – Jeffrey, the only other shark in the house – there were only three other guests. Two of them were near the front door, already gathering their coats and hats and getting ready to head out. The pair of squirrels hadn’t even come dressed-up; she imagined that they’d come here hoping to get some easy sex and had been disappointed when the playgirl of the neighborhood had other plans for the night. The other guest – a female Doberman – was lingering in the kitchen, clearly eyeing Jeffrey up and thinking about what a great white shark would feel like in bed, but Trista would put long odds on the canine getting what she actually wanted.
She shook her head. Sarah was known throughout the neighborhood as the…well, she didn’t want to speak meanly of her friend, but ‘slut’ was the word that was usually bandied around. Sarah preferred the idea of being a ‘public-use sub,’ but the thresher shark was deeper into that community than she was and –
Well, then there was Jeffrey. She didn’t know what the great white actually did, but she knew that he wasn’t a sub. That man was no-one’s bitch, and she shivered whenever he fixed her with those deep, dark eyes of his. The purple-haired, purple-teal-green shark shook her head and pulled herself together.
“I don’t think that there’s gonna be many of those, heh.”
“Probably not, but at least there won’t be anyone pussying out at the last second,” Sarah said, crossing one leg over the other. “You going to stay?”
“…Maybe, but, uh, depends.”
“Mmmm, thinking of stepping outside of your vanilla little comfort zone?”
“Mmph. I just – I like what I like, okay? And I’m not vanilla!”
“Heh, sure.”
Trista rubbed her burning cheeks, shaking her head as she looked anywhere but at Sarah. Maybe she didn’t have a kinky party every month, but she had a few things in her life besides masturbation and missionary.
Admittedly she hadn’t done many of them for a while now, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t enjoy them. Sometimes. Occasionally. When it was the right kind of time and mood and partner and –
Okay, maybe it had been a little longer than a little while, but still. She rubbed the back of her head.
“What kind of…thing…did you have in mind?” she asked.
“Interested after all?”
“Only if it’s something I can manage.”
“Heh. Well, have you ever heard of LTX?” Sarah asked.
“LT – wait, isn’t that the – that drug that turns people into drones?” Trista asked, her voice dropping further and further until it was nothing more than a whisper. “What the hell are you doing with something like that?”
“Relax, relax. It only gets that bad if you end up taking too much of it. Besides, there’s people out there that’d like to become one of those things.”
“Well, I’m not one of them.”
“Heh, not saying you were,” the thresher shark said, her long tail flicking over the back of the couch. “But anyway. That only happens with the big doses. With the smaller stuff, all it does is make you smooth, sensitive, and – if you take a little more – maybe a little suggestible. All the big stuff only happens if you take a double-dose or more. And I’m just passing out the small stuff tonight.”
“I…I see…”
“So, you want to take some and spend the night?”
“I –”
The idea of having her skin turn from shark-flesh to latex…wasn’t a bad one, she had to admit. She looked down at her arms, imagining how it would look. The colors going smooth, the lines blurring between them, looking almost more like something had been painted on her instead of being her actual skin? And the idea of that going further, covering her breasts, or going further down –
She bit her lips, the sharp points of her teeth pulling her thoughts back to reality. She could already feel that twitching between her legs, and she crossed them tighter as Sarah smiled knowingly.
“You want some, alright. You gonna ask?”
“…One piece. Just…a small bit.”
“Hehehe, fine. You can have a taste. Hey, Jeffrey?” Sarah called over her shoulder.
“Coming!”
Trista didn’t have time to calm herself down before the much-taller great white shark walked around the corner with a candy-bowl in hand. He offered it to her, the wrapped-up candy balls inside gleaming with a sinister twinkle that she hadn’t really clocked before.
There’s no difference. You just…you just know that they’re drugged now, she thought. Holy shit, you’re twisted, Sarah…
“I’d go with one. Two’s a standard dose, three’s enough to start making you go subby, four will get you droned,” Sarah said, smirking.
She looked down at the bowl again. Each candy was wrapped in a black wrapper. It should have made them look drab, but instead, the reflected light made them look almost menacing, like the whole thing was filled with latex treats waiting to take over a host. Yet, she still reached out, taking one after a moment’s hesitation and yanking her hand back.
“Just one?” Sarah asked, cocking her head to the side.
“Just…just one.”
“Heh, that’s fine, that’s fine. Go ahead. Take it.”
“…”
“Or put it back,” the thresher shark said, reaching out for a pair for herself. “But pick one.”
Just one, Trista decided. She didn’t need to be all horned up before she left. One would be enough to let her figure out whether she liked it or not. She looked down at the candy, then forced herself to unwrap it. Her fingers shook as she twisted the black wrapper, eventually exposing the chocolate core of the little treat.
It looks so innocent, she thought as she brought the candy ball to eye-level. Is it really…
For a moment, she thought – maybe even hoped – that Sarah was messing with her, but that didn’t make any sense. The thresher shark’s party was too empty for this to be a prank just for her, and Sarah liked getting fucked too much for her to try and prank a whole room with something like this. No, this had to be real. The question was, how many of the stories that she’d heard about LTX were true, and how many of them were just bullshit?
A drug that turns people into latex…a drug that makes their bodies soft, squishy, malleable…that makes their brains go funny and fuzzy…
A shiver ran down her spine at the idea of letting herself get anywhere close to that. Even in her kinkiest dreams, she’d never imagined letting herself go to that degree. Maybe a collar, maybe a plug for times away, but that…
It’s just one. It’s not the whole thing. It’s just one dose.
Trista took a deep breath, then forced the chocolate ball into her mouth. Two bites, swallow –
“Mmmph…”
“Heh, yeah, it’s bitter as hell,” Sarah said, twiddling a candy of her own between her fingers. “Takes a bit to get used to.”
“Nnngh…mmmph…ugh,” Trista muttered, sticking out her tongue. “It’s bad.”
“Think of it like medicine.”
“Ugh. How long does it take to start working?”
“Oh, not long. Give it about sixty seconds, then start touching yourself. I usually start with the tongue; tends to work from the mouth outward.”
Work outward. Would she feel the transformation, she wondered, or would it be subtle enough to stay unnoticed until after it had happened? She didn’t know, but it was…an interesting thought, at the very least. She sat quietly, her hands in her lap and her face steadily burning hotter and hotter as she tried to be aware of everything all at once.
Was her mouth getting dryer?
Was her breath coming faster?
Was she feeling her tongue more, or was it just her paying attention to everything?
Time passed slower than she’d like. Eventually, Sarah nodded, gesturing at her, and Trista reached up to her mouth –
“Mmmph!”
As soon as her fingers made contact with her lips, she had to pull them away. Not because it felt bad, but because it felt good. Too good. Almost as good as last night when she had the vibrator pressed against her prostate and –
“Mmmph…mmmm…”
She huffed, regretting it instantly as the hot air and vibration of the suppressed grunt made her lips and tongue feel even better. Trista shook her head, taking slow breaths through her nose as she tried to get used to it. Fuck, fuck, fuck, that felt good, almost like someone had a hand down her pants and was rubbing her dick. Fuck.
“Feeling good?” Sarah asked.
“Mmm-hmm…”
“Heh, don’t worry. Won’t get much more intense than that. You need another dose for it to get mind-numbing.”
If this wasn’t mind-numbing, she wasn’t sure that she could have taken a double-dose. Even without the other issues –
Another breath, this one tickling the back of her throat, and oh, that felt good. It was like something rubbing inside of her ass, gently fingering her, and she balled her hands tight at her side to keep herself from thinking too hard about that. Oh, god, no, she didn’t want to think too hard about that with Jeffrey right around the corner and the possibilities that brought up. The idea of the great white shark using her that way –
She shook her head again –
“Mmmph…Fffffffuck,” she hissed, feeling every little vibration running up her vocal cords, out of her throat, out of her mouth. “My tongue…my…my face…”
“Breathe. First time’s a little rough, but it’s good.”
Good was an understatement. She was shivering, blushing – she could feel every last tremor, every last bit of heat – and it was getting worse and worse as the sensitivity spread down her face, over her neck, and into her chest. Trista forced herself to her feet, walking as slow as she could to the mirror by the front door. Even then, she could feel her top sliding, rubbing, teasing her newly sensitized flesh as she did. Sarah’s little chuckle chased her along, filling her ears and making her even more embarrassed.
Finally, she found the mirror and –
Oh…my…god…
She could see the difference already. The teal flesh along her face and the purple and blue marks on her arms had already gone smooth and shiny, and as she looked down at her forearms, she could see the slow spread of it reaching down to her hands. Even as she stared, the soft, slightly pebbly look of her skin faded away, becoming smooth, shiny, and…and almost frictionless to the eye. She could only imagine how slick that would be, but she forced her hands to stay down at her side, not daring to touch her own body.
And it wasn’t done. She felt it creeping over her waist, past her skirt, but she wasn’t going to look at that. No, no, no way, not here, not even when Sarah was used to naked people in her house. She just stood there, feeling her cock getting harder, feeling every detail of her underwear and everything else, and –
Then it started showing past her skirt. Her thighs, her knees, her calves, her tail: all of them started to take on the same semi-reflective, smooth-to-the-touch look that the rest of her had. She kicked off her shoes at the last second, putting them to the side and staring as everything turned into something rubbery, something…
Latex.
She was…she was actually latex.
“Pretty hot, right?” Sarah asked, chuckling. “How do you feel?”
“Mmmph…I…I don’t know…”
“Take a longer look. Just see how you feel…how it makes you feel to look at yourself…and how other people might feel to look at something so…smooth, and sensual, heh.”
Trista bit back a whimper of embarrassment as she looked back at the mirror. She had been…well, something of a looker, at least in her eyes. Purple hair, fin-ears that ran a little higher, teal with a turquoise interior and black stripes. The same teal and turquoise colors ran down her face, turning more teal and purple along her shoulders and arms, turning back to turquoise along her forearms and purple along her belly. Her breasts had always looked…noticeable, to say the least, not quite huge and bimbo-like, but still having a good heft to them that she knew most people stared at, and despite the bit between her legs, she had all the right curves to her hips.
She shifted from foot to foot as she looked at herself now, a bulge in her skirt making it hard to ignore her own arousal, or how obvious it was. She curled her toes against the carpet, hyper-aware of the fibers underfoot, and her tail twitched –
Squeak.
“Mmmph…”
That was more than a little embarrassing, hearing that. Not only was she all rubber, but she was the kind of rubbery latex that made sounds as it moved. Fuuuuuck, why was that as hot as it was?
Yet, as she looked at herself, at the way that her skin had gone from ever so slightly pebbly to completely smooth, at how her hair was fixed and no longer moving, how her tail pulled at a stretch of latex ‘skin’ at the base and made little fabric divots here and there, she couldn’t help but blush and smile at the same time. She reached up and touched her face again and almost melted at the comfort of her own hands. She ran her hands down her sides, barely resisting wiggling from the touch.
“Well?” Sarah asked.
“It feels…good.”
“Heh, that’s what I wanted to hear. Think you could show off a little bit?”
“I…well…”
It felt like a little much. A little too much. She was overwhelmed by pure physical stimulation and it was harder and harder to think. She – she needed –
“Can I have the bedroom for a bit?” Trista asked. “I – I need to get – get used to this.”
“Heh, sure, sure. Jeffrey?” the thresher shark said, looking over her shoulder. “Mind taking her back there then coming back out to dose me?”
“Got it, babe. Come on, Trista.”
She fell in stumbling step behind the great white shark, huffing as she went. It wasn’t that everything felt amazing – though there was a baseline ‘good’ that came with every single touch she got – but more that she was aware of everything at once. Her entire body felt like it was sending her messages of pleasure, sensation, information about every little thing that touched it or that it touched.
Carpet fibers.
Warm air.
Cold air.
Her clothes.
Her nails.
Her hair.
By the time that they reached the bedroom, she was a dizzy mess. Trista barely let Jeffrey shut the door before she pulled her shirt over her head and her skirt and panties down to the floor, all but falling into the bed as she moaned.
“Mmmmph!”
Trista almost lost herself to the pure pleasure of the soft sheets. She didn’t even know that was possible, but she writhed and twisted about in the blankets for nearly a minute before she stopped herself. The shark was on all fours when she finally calmed down enough to thick, her mouth hanging open and a shiny tongue pushed past her teeth, and –
And she was hard as a rock.
Trista moaned, reaching back and fondling her cock. It had already come loose from her sheath, throbbing and needy, and – mmmph, just as sensitive as the rest of her, maybe even more so.
She stroked her fingers around the tip, teasing it, feeling how wet and drippy she already was. She didn’t know if the slime coming from her cock was as slippery and latex-like as the rest of her, but for the moment, she didn’t care. All she wanted was to touch herself, feel herself, see how much better it was.
The answer was, a lot.
The shark arched her back as she groped herself, barely able to hold her cock from how much better it felt. She rolled to the side, falling onto the blankets again, shivering as she arched her back and thrust against her hands, only to have to pull her fingers back from almost cumming in just two humps.
“Mmmph…mmmph…”
Rolling onto her back, she curled her toes and writhed, thrusting against the air and then stopping as she felt how close she was again. Her ass cheeks were sensitive, too, the bed touching and stroking them with her wriggling motions and feeling as good as hands on her breasts. Better, even, making her grind back and try and get –
No, she had – she could do better than that.
The eager shark reached back with one hand, the other lifting her cock and balls and pulling them out of the way. Her other fingers dipped further down, along her flesh and then between her cheeks and –
“MMMMPH!”
It was almost too much for her to take. She nearly blacked out as her first finger slid in. Dry, too, no lube, nothing but the easy, natural stretch of her new rubber body. She panted, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as her finger squelched into her, going as deep as it could in one smooth stroke. Her other hand let go of her cock, going right for her breasts, squeezing the left one as she moaned and fingered herself.
One finger became two, three, four, nearly fisting herself as she laid there. Thought and reason were long-gone; her ass, as hyper-sensitive as the rest of her, had completely wiped her mind clear of everything but the pure pleasure of being filled.
In, out, in, out. Each time she forced it past her rim, she felt like she was milking her soul out through her prostate. Her cock jumped, her balls churned, and her entire body shook as if she was going to hit the highest peak that she ever had…
Except that she didn’t.
Thrust.
Squelch.
Thrust.
Squelch.
She was nearly punching her entire hand into her ass, rubbing her prostate, teasing her inner walls, making her cock dance. She was groping, almost mauling her breasts from how much she was playing with them. She was so sensitive that she could have given the precise fiber-count of the fucking sheets if she wasn’t more focused on cumming.
So why wasn’t she?
“Nnngh…mmmph…ah…ah…ah…”
Trista whimpered, starting to buck her hips back against her hand. She pushed her fingers together, trying to form a proper cone to get her fist in –
POP!
Bwooom.
That second ‘sound’ was enough to stop her in her tracks. The shark froze, eyes wide, mouth agape. Something…something was…off. Even as her asshole clenched massively around her fist, she could feel something happening, something changing around her wrist. It felt…off, disproportionate somehow, as if – as if it was getting narrower.
Whimpering, she rolled onto her side and popped her hand out again. The sucking feeling of her fingers sliding out was one thing, but as she brought her hand back into view –
Her jaw dropped. Her rim had squeezed so hard around her wrist that it had narrowed, almost like the narrow part of a butt plug before the flare. She stared at it, unable to believe what she was looking at. This – this wasn’t supposed to happen. Maybe some slickness, maybe the smooth and sensitive part, but – but she wasn’t supposed to start changing. Even her fingers had warped, almost glued together, and she had to rub them desperately with her other hand to get them to split apart again –
“Mmmph…nnngh…”
And it was made all the more difficult by the fucking fact that they were still so sensitive. Why? Why did this feel so…so…
“Feeling better?” Sarah called from down the hall.
“Nnnngh…mmmph…”
“Say something, hon, or I’m coming in…”
Whatever words Trista might have summoned wouldn’t come. All she could do was whimper; her ass felt emptier than ever, her cock dripping and needing a hole, and – and she couldn’t even think about how to ask what the fuck was wrong with her. She laid there, humping the air, huffing and moaning.
The door opened. Sarah was different, now, completely covered in a red latex. Her hips sported handlebars now, and they – they were completely joined with her, coming out of her as if they were just part of her body. Her face had been molded too, her cheeks turned in, her mouth sealed shut save for a little hole at the very front that looked like it could barely move. Her arms, too, were bound against her sides, barely allowing her forearms to move back and forth and do small things, and her tail was pressed to her back, all but molded into her spine.
And yet, she was the one that looked surprised. It was all Trista could do to whimper a little as she tried to sit up.
“Oh, dear,” Sarah muttered. “Jeffrey?”
“Hmm?”
“Did you dose the candies?”
“Yeah. Thought I’d take care of it for you.”
“Yeahhhhh, we might have gone a little too far.”
“Why?”
“Because I dosed them too.”
“…Oh, fuck.”
“Yeah, so, I’m probably going to go fuzzy brained in – mmmph – probably just a few minutes, so you’re going to have to take care of me and – hoooo, boy – me and Trista tonight.”
“Got it. Getting the shit.”
Trista moaned as the other woman joined her in bed. Sarah’s eyes were already going a little hazy. She giggled as she laid down, then shook her head and groaned.
“Yep…yep, it’s getting stronger.”
“What…why…why am I…”
“Too much at once. My fault. Sorry about that,” Sarah said. “But you’ll get everything you need, don’t worry about it.”
“But – but I – ah!”
She moaned as Sarah pinched her nipples. The other woman pulled, and – and she grew. Trista stared as her breasts expanded, pulling out, growing to meet the pressure that dragged them free. Her nipples swelled, too, becoming something closer to teats, thick and easy to play with, while her breasts swelled from small to large. Bouncy, thick, and –
“Mmmmph!”
Then Sarah curled her fingers, pressing one of them right against her left nipple. It gave, going in just a little, but then the other shark started twiddling with it. It…it felt weird, like something was almost opening up, but how?
“What…what are – ah – what are you – mmmph!”
She couldn’t talk, couldn’t ask questions, couldn’t do anything but ‘suffer’ the pleasure of her breasts being played with. The other shark nudged her nipples with her fingers, pushing in, pulling back, pushing in again, until –
Squelch.
Trista almost came again, her cock slapping against her belly and shooting out some kind of fluid that was definitely not pre-cum. It splattered against her belly, spreading, rolling off of her, but her cock kept oozing even after that little spasm. The shark looked down, staring as she watched Sarah’s fingers sliding into her nipples, into her breasts. It was impossible, completely impossible, and yet, here she was getting her nipples penetrated. She could just barely see the bulge through her breast-flesh and she shook her head in complete disbelief.
“How…”
“You’re latex – mmmph – and latex bends, stretches…reforms…Makes it real hard to hold your shape…”
“It – it gets better later, right? Right?”
“Mmm, yeah…goes back to normal…eventually.”
The slurping sound as the thresher shark’s fingers came free was so lewd, so wrong, but she couldn’t stop herself from wanting more. Even as she arched her back, putting her breasts out on instinct, Sarah was already running her hands further down.
Hips. The other woman’s fingers dug into her hips, making the latex flesh dent and give in. As soon as she got a grip, she pulled, and Trista yelped as she felt her skin give, deform, and warp under the pressure. She whipped her head down and gulped as she saw that she was getting the same sort of hand-grips on her hips as Sarah had; anyone could just grab hold of her and rut away with those, particularly as –
“Roll over.”
She didn’t have a chance; she obeyed without thinking, her brain on autopilot. The other shark grabbed her ass cheeks, pinching, pulling –
“Gotta keep you open and ready…”
Trista felt the air huff out of her lungs as the other shark shouldered her tail higher. As soon as it touched her back, she felt something change, the flesh melting, giving. Her latex skin gave way, molding itself against her tail and – sure enough – it was stuck to her just as Sarah’s was molded to her spine.
Up.
Out of the way.
Exposed.
And the pinching down below, the way that the other shark pulled at her ass and her thighs and her hips, was doing something. She could feel her cheeks bouncing slightly, but they were no longer quite…touching. The cheeks were pulled apart and –
Oh god, she pinched it all together at the hips and thighs so my cheeks can’t clap…
Which meant that her hole would be permanently displayed until this was all done with. Handlebars on her hips, cheeks naturally pulled apart, hole winking – and oh fuck it was winking – and sweating whatever stuff latex could sweat? She would look like some sort of sex toy out of a porno, and she…
She kinda…
She kinda liked it.
Her own brain was going all kinds of fuzzy as she was altered, her hole pulled and tweaked, made more of a ridged, textured thing with Sarah’s touches. There was a brief moment of tongue, and then it faded. Trista was barely paying attention, too busy moaning and humping against the bed until she was flipped over again.
“All…all I can do,” Sarah panted, the other shark joining her on the bed. “Mmmph…hope you’re ready to take it…latex should…should make it easier…but Jeffrey’s gonna give it to ya…”
“M-me?”
“Mmm-hmm. Both of us.”
“I…I…”
“Here he comes.”
The door opened again and Trista couldn’t look away. Jeffrey had always been big, but now, the massive great white was covered in a white latex that took away almost every feature but his muscles and the massive cock between his legs. It was latex, just like them, and it was…oozing. Oozing, dripping, throbbing, and looking more like a weapon than a breeding tool. Her ass would have puckered for it if it wasn’t posed just so; even then, she could hear the squeaks her body made as it prepared itself.
“Oh…god…”
“It’ll be fine. Just…don’t fight it…enjoy it…and go – mmmmmm, fuzzy…”
The soft, smooth, empty-brain feeling was settling on her, too, and she fell into it without a second thought. She had a feeling it’d be good to not think, and just feel.
The End
Summary: Annnnnnd scene. Finally, my god, finally finished this thing. I did not mean to take so long to show a shark getting warped, but here we are. Hope you enjoy.
Tags: Intersex/solo, Intersex/female, Latex, Latex Transformation, Sensitivity, Smooth Skin, Latex Person, Fingering, Anal Fingering, Nipple Penetration, Growth, Self-Bondage, Body Bondage, Shark, Thresher Shark, Great White Shark, Edging, ",
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