© Copyright 2014 - Liz - Used by permission
Storycodes: Solo-F; latex; catsuit; corset; boots; gloves; hood; gag; bodymod; transform; toys; insert; sealed; oral; mast; fist; climax; cons; X
Part 3: The Transformation Continues
The day was a very long one. I needed to run a few errands and between the butt plug lodged inside my ass and the relentless tingling of my skin, I was constantly fighting the urge to rub myself. In fact, I occasionally caught my hand unconsciously rubbing my crotch through my jeans out in public. It wasn’t the first time I had worn a butt plug out in public, but this was by far the largest and I seemed to be particularly horny all day long. My new figure turned many heads and earned many scornful looks from women who were probably either jealous or disapproving – probably mostly the former.
When I finally got back home, it was late afternoon and I was so wet I could feel the latex thong itself slipping into my still gaping pussy. No matter what I thought about during the day, my mind always drifted back every few seconds to the latex contents of the strange package I had received the day before and so I decided to put the catsuit back on when I got home rather than wait until that night as originally planned.
As soon as I had entered the house, I flung my shopping bags down onto the couch and bolted to my bedroom where the catsuit still sat in a heap on the bed next to the hood, the boots were still on the floor next to the bed, and the opera gloves still lay on the floor in front of the mirror next to the corset. In my lust, I just about tore my t-shirt off and I completely forgot to take off my sandals before pulling my jeans down. Once I had taken the sandals off and was reminded once again by the sharp pain in my calves that I couldn’t stand flat-footed, I yanked off my jeans followed by my latex thong. The butt plug fell out onto the floor without any sort of resistance whatsoever, but I didn’t care nor even pay much attention.
I grabbed the catsuit and began to step into it. The inside was still lubed and slid up over my legs easily. When I had gotten it half way up my thighs, I grabbed the dildos and started pushing the tips into my pussy and butt hole. It seemed to me that they were even longer and thicker than they had been the night before and I had troubles working them in. Once they were most of the way in, I yanked the suit up and over my hips so that they were lodged deeper in me than anything I had ever experienced before. Their girth also caused a very pleasant, but slightly painful stretching sensation in both holes, causing me to moan and shudder.
Sitting back on the bed with a plop that pushed the dildos even deeper into me, I pulled the catsuit up to my breasts then shoved my arms in before pulling it up and over them. I noticed the cups were far more filled out than even that morning, but didn’t dwell too long on it. Once the catsuit had closed over my neck, I reached down for the boots. These slipped on equally as easily, although I noticed that the heel was even higher than it had been at probably seven and a half or eight inches. The boots fit snuggly and like the previous night, clung to the catsuit.
Standing up, I walked over to where the corset and opera gloves lay on the floor next to the mirror. Walking on such high heels was much easier now than it had been the night before, although it still took a few steps to get the hang of it again. I bent down and grabbed the opera gloves. Slipping them on was incredibly easy as the slimy lube-like substance still covered the inside of them and, like the boots, they clung to the suit so that they almost appeared seamless.
Next was the corset. I picked it up off the floor, then wrapped it around my waist and hooked it closed. It now sat loosely upon my hips whereas the night before, it had been somewhat of a tight fit even before lacing it up. I slowly pulled the laces tighter, adjusting its position until I was able to get it to stay where I wanted it, then I began to pull as hard as I could. The corset squeezed my waist until I couldn’t get it to go any further, then I tied the laces.
Although out of breath, I was able to take at least another three inches off my already reduced waistline which would have put me at around seventeen inches. It seemed to me that the more the corset cinched my waist, the more juices it squeezed out of my pussy.
I stared at my latex-clad figure in the mirror, amazed at the transformation that had occurred. It turned me on more than anything else I had ever experienced. The heavenly vision of my now tiny waist with my large, firm breasts towering above it and the super high heels molding my legs into the very definition of femininity all covered in shiny black latex so tight and flawless it appeared as though it was my actual skin utterly took my breath away. It was the ultimate form of narcissism, but it made me so horny that my primal instincts had taken control of my senses and I didn’t care. I began to play with myself in front of the mirror, gyrating my hips so that the dildos inside of me could work their magic while rubbing my clitoris hard through the two latex layers of the opera gloves and catsuit.
I then stopped suddenly when I realized my head was still bare. It was the only part of me not enclosed in latex. Resolved to change this state of affairs, I walked over to the bed where the hood still lay, enjoying the movement of the dildos inside of me as I swayed my hips to balance on the high-heeled boots. Holding my hair up after having worked it into a loose, makeshift bun at the back of my head, I picked the hood up and began to put it on. Stretching its neck, I first worked it over the bun and the back of my head before pulling it down past my nose. There I stuck the gag back in my mouth and adjusted the breathing holes over my nostrils. The hood went on so smoothly that it almost rolled the remainder of the way down by itself until its neck met the neck of the suit, clinging to it as the boots and gloves had done and sealing me off in complete darkness.
My body had been tingling all day, but the sensation intensified by many orders of magnitude once I was completely enclosed in the latex suit. As on the previous night, it felt as though the latex was squirming over every inch of my skin and even slightly digging into it causing a minor burning sensation which only turned me on more.
The gag inflated again all on its own, but this time it was bigger. The girth was increased until I thought my jaw would break while it pushed itself down my throat. I felt the need to gag, but the width of it prevented me from doing anything as it stretched out my esophagus. I could feel it reach my stomach then it began to pump some sort of liquid into it. My stomach began to feel full, although there was no visual difference due to the corset. This lasted for a few minutes as I stood there dumbfounded and too panicked to do anything, then it suddenly subsided.
I could feel whatever the gag had pumped into my stomach spread slowly throughout my body as though I had drunk a glass of cold water after being out in the hot sun for a long time. This feeling gave way to raw, primitive horniness as, all at once, the tingling feeling intensified even further and the dildos came to life all on their own again, moving, vibrating, turning, twisting, pumping and growing, stretching me even deeper and wider than I had ever been stretched before. I could feel the skin of my breasts become taut as they began to grow, filling the cups of the suit even more and becoming harder and firmer.
All this happening at once left me weak in the knees and hornier than ever before. I flopped down onto the bed and came instantly. Then I came again before I had even had a chance to touch myself or realize what had happened. One orgasm after another rocked my body until I had become nothing but a latex sex machine, unable to control my urges and only living for the next orgasm.
Unlike the night before when merciful unconsciousness had driven away the overwhelmingly intense feeling of so many orgasms, I remained quite awake. By the time it ended, I had come at least twenty times before losing count.
I lay on the bed for a while breathing heavily and thinking about what had just happened. Despite everything, I was still unbelievably horny. The dildos were finally still though and the gag had retreated back into my mouth and deflated, although my body still tingled like never before and my breasts ached slightly.
Eventually I sat up and began to feel for the seam between the hood and the suit. Once I had found it, I peeled the hood off, then stood up on shaky legs and walked over to the mirror. What I discovered startled me. My face was dark brown and had begun to have a slight shine to it.
Part 4: More Transformations
The rest of the evening I kept the latex catsuit on, but I left the hood off so that I could see when going about doing what I needed to get done around the house. As startled as I was about my face, I was so insanely turned on by it that I foolishly wasn’t in the least bit alarmed. When looking at myself in the mirror earlier, I had also noticed that my breasts had become larger and even firmer than before and that they now very nearly filled out the cup completely.
The fact that the latex of the suit was still somewhat loose around them though meant that they still had even more room to grow which by now I realized was probably going to be the case. Between the dildos, which moved inside of me with every step I took, the transformation I was undergoing, and the constant tingle of my skin, I was permanently horny. In fact, it was quite literally necessary for me to rub myself to orgasm every few minutes before I could carry on with my chores, making it a very long evening.
When I finally went to bed, I put the hood back on. In fact, it didn’t even occur to me anymore that I could have left it off. It just felt so normal and so right that I did it without even thinking about it as though I had habitually done it as part of my bedtime routine for years. Although none of the other strange occurrences took place when I snapped the neck of the hood in place, the gag inflated to the same dimensions it had before, causing tears to well up in my eyes as it shoved its way down my throat and began to pump liquid into my stomach again. I went from being fully awake and horny to suddenly becoming very sleepy and as soon as I lay down on my bed, I fell asleep, the gag still pumping whatever liquid it was into me.
The next morning I woke up in total darkness again. This time I didn’t panic as I still had a very vivid memory of having put the hood on. I sat up on the edge of the bed and peeled it off my head. The gag had deflated sometime in the night, making it easy to pull out. Usually the first thing I feel in the morning is hunger, but this morning was different. In fact, I felt rather full and satisfied as though I had just eaten a good meal, but hadn’t eaten too much.
I stood up and walked over to the mirror where I examined my face. It was still a slightly glossy dark brown which caused my blue eyes to glow, but otherwise I didn’t notice any changes from the previous day. I still had the hood in my hand and I began to examine it. It seemed to me as though the latex material had become significantly thinner than it had been and my first concern was that it was going to tear if I wasn’t careful with it.
Reluctantly, I decided to take the suit off, shower and get ready for the day. Still standing in front of the mirror, I pulled the opera gloves off to find that my hands were the same color as my face. I wasn’t in the least surprised, but rather fascinated by it. My hands and face both dully reflected the light from the window to my right which enthralled me when it probably should have scared me.
Next, I untied the laces of the corset and unfastened the hooks. Letting the corset drop to the floor, I noticed that my waist had again retained the seventeen-inch diameter and that the suit’s latex had shrunk to fit snuggly without so much as a single fold or wrinkle. I gawked at my figure for a minute in the mirror with my tiny waist, large, firm breasts and shiny dark skin before whirling around and walking back to my bed to take off the boots. Needless to say, once I had gotten them off, my feet were of the same semi-glossy dark brown as the hands and face.
Next came the suit. I stretched open the neck and began to pull it down my body. Once I had it down to my hips, I felt my naked breasts. These now huge, firm, dark brown globes that stuck straight out from my chest as though they were fake had become super sensitive with the nipples stiffening instantly upon being exposed to air. I moaned softly as my pussy began to tingle.
Controlling my urge to bring myself to another orgasm right then and there, I stood up on my tip-toes and began to slowly lower myself until the piercing pain shot through my calves again. This time I wasn’t able to go nearly as far down as I had been the day before. Balancing on the balls of my feet, I then pulled the catsuit the rest of the way down to my ankles.
The dildos came out with no resistance whatsoever, but left me feeling incredibly empty. I looked at them and they had grown both larger and wider than when I had put them in the day before. I reached down and pulled one leg out of the suit and then the next so that I was completely naked. Picking up the suit, I looked at it carefully. The latex here had also become significantly thinner than it had been and, in fact, the latex of all of the pieces had become much thinner. A crazy thought ran through my mind: I wondered if somehow my skin had absorbed part of the latex material of the suit which could explain why my skin was turning almost black and becoming shiny like the suit itself. I quickly dismissed this idea as pure fantasy though.
I turned my attention back to getting ready for the day. The sandals with the five-inch heels were still next to my bed, but when I put them on to make walking to the shower easier, I was surprised to find that they were too low. Pain shot through my calves once again as I tried to lower myself onto them. Deciding to skip the sandals, I began tip-toeing my way to the shower, but not without a quick look in the mirror first. With my ballooned chest, my tiny waist, and my whole body having become a semi-glossy dark brown, I couldn’t help but run my hands down my body, pausing to fondle my new breasts.
They began to lactate a black liquid which I rubbed off my nipple with my finger. It looked like liquid latex. I moaned loudly and ran the hand down to my dripping wet pussy where I rubbed the liquid latex into my clitoris. I shoved four fingers in the still-gaping hole, then five, followed by my whole fist. I had never been fisted before, but it went in with no resistance. I stood in front of the mirror and fisted myself to my first orgasm for the day within only a couple of minutes.
Turning around, I looked at my ass in the mirror. There wasn’t much that had changed other than its color, but as soon as I bent over and spread my cheeks, I noticed that my butt hole gaped at least a good three inches. Try as I might, I couldn’t make it any smaller, much less close it. This made me instantly horny again and I began to rub myself. In the heat of the moment, I effortlessly shoved my fist up my ass and began to pound it as hard as I could before coming even faster and harder than I had the last time. This time, I dropped to my hands and knees on the floor and stayed in the position for a few moments breathing heavily before I was able to get back up and head to the shower.
Nothing of significance happened in the shower other than that the soap and water seemed to have absolutely no effect on my new skin. After I had stepped out of the shower and dried myself off, I tip-toed out of the bathroom and went to look for shoes I could wear. I found an old pair of pumps with six-inch heels I had worn once, then thrown to the back of my closet because the heels had been too high. I put these on now and found that I could easily walk in them, although it still felt like my calf muscles were being stretched more than was entirely comfortable.
Next, I went to my collection of sex toys and found a three-inch butt plug. I pushed it in without so much as lubing it up and it came right back out again so I dug a bit deeper until I found my three and a half inch plug. This one I had never managed to get in before, but now I was able to effortlessly shove it in even without lube. This one stayed in, although was a bit loose which meant I would just have to wear another one of my tight latex thongs, not that I minded of course.
Since I was feeling particularly horny, I decided my gaping pussy should receive some attention too and so I found a dildo that was ten inches long and two and a half inches in diameter and slipped it in without any resistance. I moaned and it took a massive amount of willpower to prevent myself from pounding my pussy with the dildo.
I then slipped on one of my latex thongs to hold the plug and dildo in, followed by the same tight jeans as the day before and another t-shirt. Again, I skipped the bra which would have been useless and the stretched cloth over my breasts left very little to the imagination. In fact, my hard nipples looked like they would punch holes into the t-shirt.
The exhibitionist in me was instantly turned on and this time I couldn’t help but grope my breasts. The thought that I was about to go out into public looking like a porn star while secretly being double penetrated with massive toys sent me over the edge and made me come again without so much as touching myself.
Part 5: Rubber Doll
It was a long day. I went out for a walk in the park, followed by a visit to the mall. My new body turned heads and earned scowls like never before. People also just simply stared at me, but I think that had more to do with my shiny dark brown skin than with my figure. While my breasts looked like they were about to pop out of my t-shirt at any moment, the shirt was so loose over my waist, that the extreme dimensions of it remained hidden.
One thing I did notice though when looking at myself in the one of the mirrors in the bathroom at the mall was that the large dildos stuffed inside me caused the gap between my thighs to seem excessively large. The base of the butt plug was also vaguely visible through my tight jeans which rode up between my butt cheeks. I had failed to notice those details before leaving the house and it made me all the much hornier to know that I couldn’t change anything about it now.
Despite this exhibitionism, I still felt unfulfilled and anxious to get home and back into the suit. It was constantly on my mind with every other thought I had being of its warm, sensual embrace. When I got home, I went straight to my bedroom where I paused to look at myself in the mirror again. I noticed there were now two black stains on my t-shirt where my nipples were. Yanking the t-shirt up over my head, I saw that I was lactating black liquid latex again.
My pussy tingled at the thought and leaving my t-shirt on the floor, I leaped the remainder of the way to the bed where the suit lay in a heap. With shaking hands, I yanked down my jeans and thong in a single move, then kicked off my pumps and left them wherever they fell. My holes had become so stretched open that the dildo and butt plug fell out all by themselves as soon as the tight thong holding them in place was gone.
Impatiently, I picked the suit up from the ground and shoved my feet through the leg holes. I rolled it up over my legs without even taking the time to smooth the latex out. It wasn’t necessary anyway as it seemed to form perfectly to my legs all by itself. The built-in dildos were slightly longer and wider than they had been before, but I had absolutely no troubles getting them into my gaping holes and the catsuit up over my hips.
With the dildos as far in as possible, I felt even more stretched out than I had been before and I shuddered, nearly losing my balance and falling over. I pulled the catsuit over my tiny waist and up over my large breasts before shoving my arms through its arms. After the neck had snapped into place, I hastily sat down on the bed, causing the dildos to push even deeper into me and giving me a dreamy stretching feeling which I answered with a horny gasp.
Picking the boots up off the floor, I shoved my feet into them and it was only then that I noticed that the heels had grown to such a height that only my toes were left flat on the ground. They must have been eight or nine inches tall. I stood up on these boots and was surprised to find that I could walk without much of a problem at all. I had to sway my hips even more than before though which caused more dramatic movement of the dildos inside me.
Walking to the mirror, I bent down and picked up the corset off the floor. I wrapped it around my waist, hooked it shut, then pulled on the laces until I couldn’t get them any tighter. By the time I was finished, I had managed to squeeze my waist to an absurdly tiny size, leaving me with what appeared to be a thirteen to fourteen inch waist. It felt as though my body had become infused with rubber to the point that I could cinch my waist even smaller if the corset was able to be laced even more tightly. I then reached down and grabbed the opera gloves which I slipped over my hands.
Before finally adding the hood, I examined myself in the mirror once again. The contrast between my insanely tiny waist and my huge, firm breasts was startling. This combined with the emphasized curves of my legs and butt from the ridiculously high heels left me weak in the knees with lust. I felt my primeval instinct to obtain an orgasm in any way possible surge up inside me and it was only with the greatest amount of willpower that I resisted. I wanted to be fully immersed in latex with the hood on before I let my fantasies run wild and take over my mind.
Turning around, I hurried back to the bed where I grabbed the hood. Holding up my long black hair up on the back of my head, I squeezed open its neck and began to work it on. I easily slipped it over my head with only a short pause to put the gag in my mouth and line the breathing holes up to my nostrils.
Once the neck of the hood had snapped shut around the neck of the catsuit, my entire body began to tingle far more intensely than previously. The gag inflated to even larger proportions than before and pushed its way down my throat with a force and speed that left me panicked. It immediately started pumping liquid into me which began coursing through my veins with an intensity and pressure that was very nearly painful. Meanwhile, both dildos also grew inside me in both width and girth while they vibrated, twisted and thrusted, stretching my holes to diameters I never thought possible and bringing me to one orgasm after another despite my panic.
At the same time, I could feel my breasts growing to an absurd size, now filling the cups entirely and straining the latex material of the catsuit with nipples so hard that they threatened to pierce the suit. With every slight move I made, they rubbed against the taut material, lubricated by the black liquid latex they were lactating which only served to stimulate them further. I felt the liquid latex filling the cups, then running down the inside of the suit until it had reached my feet and began to fill up my boots. From there it continued to fill the rest of the suit until it had even filled the hood, plugging my breathing holes. I panicked as I tried to feel for the seam of the hood to get it off before I drowned in liquid latex, but it was nowhere to be found. I couldn’t breathe, but after a few moments, I realized I didn’t have to anymore.
While this was happening, the suit began to grow tighter and tighter over my whole body until I thought it would crush me. It pushed the dildos in even deeper with the suit itself slipping inside of me. Still standing next to my bed, I could feel it form to my every curve and crevice, spreading my pussy lips and my butt cheeks, the cups tightening around my breasts to form perfect orbs, the hood pushing against my eye sockets, the boots forming perfectly to my feet, and the gloves even showing the outline of my fingernails. My hair began to grow through the hood and I could feel it falling down to my mid-back as the latex became even tighter.
It was then I realized I could feel through the latex. The suit had become even more sensitive than my own skin had been with every nerve becoming erogenous. I began to slide my fingers around my new latex body and brought myself nearly to orgasm simply by rubbing my glossy arm. By now, the sensations had ceased. The dildos were still, the suit had stopped shrinking and the tingling had subsided to a tolerable mild level.
I opened my eyes and could see my reflection in the mirror from across the room. I looked like a latex creature from a man’s wet dream with ballooned breasts that struck out directly from my chest and a waist so small, I could just about put both hands around it with the fingers from each hand touching each other. Every inch of my body was now covered with shiny, wrinkle-free black latex. I walked slowly and erotically towards the mirror in my high-heeled boots, enjoying the spectacle with my hips swaying and my breasts bouncing firmly. The dildos inside moved with every step causing me to moan.
At the mirror, I thoroughly examined my new body. I bent down and felt for a seam where the boots had ended, but found none. The boots had become my feet and the nine-inch heels themselves had even developed nerves so that I could feel it when I touched them. My pussy had become enveloped in the suit and was as sensitive as ever. I could see every fine detail of it etched in the black latex, but penetration was no longer possible as the suit had sealed the enormous dildo inside of me.
Moving my hands further up my smooth, shiny body, I reached the corset. It had become a distraction to my now solid latex body and so I promptly unfastened it, then let it drop to the floor. My waist retained its thirteen-inch diameter. I then got to my massive breasts which had become perfectly round, firm orbs sticking straight out from my chest as though someone had glued on two shiny black soccer balls to the front of my body. They were the only thing I could see when I looked down.
Moving in closer to the mirror, I then examined my face. My nose and lips looked as though they were a relief with the finest details carved from the very latex of my face, although they were both sealed off and couldn’t be opened. The gag was still fully inflated inside in my mouth which meant I would be permanently deep-throating it while its fully inflated bulk held moulded my lips in a seductive O shape with the opening sealed off by black latex.
My eyelids were still present and my black eyelashes had grown through the suit and were longer than they had been. There were no details on the eyes themselves as they were a solid, shiny black like the rest of me now. I had no troubles seeing though. My black hair had also grown out of the suit and hung straight down to my mid-back. It framed my now black latex face perfectly.
I checked for the seam between the hood and the catsuit, but it was no longer there. The seams where the opera gloves used to end had also disappeared. The latex had grown together in all places, sealing me in permanently. I tried to pull the latex material away from the skin on my arm, but found that I could only pinch myself. The latex had become my skin.
Turning around, I examined my butt. The huge dildo inside of me caused my cheeks to be spread permanently and I could see the details of my sphincter held wide open by the dildo which sat slightly receded inside of me cemented in by the latex. Each cheek had become perfectly formed so that they were firm, round and pronounced.
Everything that had happened was beginning to overwhelm me. It was slowly sinking in that I was no longer a normal human, but had instead transformed into a latex creature who was permanently double penetrated and horny. I was so turned on by the prospect that rather than panic, I began to masturbate.
As soon as I touched my clitoris, my new body came to life. The dildos began a fresh attack on my stretched holes, turning and pounding into me. My body tingled all over with such intensity that I collapsed on the floor as I came over and over again, my body withering and twisting on the floor in overwhelming sexual bliss.
Needless to say, in the eight years since my transformation I have adapted to my situation. My body no longer ages nor changes, although the dildos continue to grow inside me very slowly as my holes become looser and more stretched. Nor do I need to breathe, eat or drink anymore. While I can no longer lead a normal life because of my appearance and my permanent horniness, I am happier than I was before. I have become my fantasy: a living, breathing rubber doll who is nothing but a shiny latex machine for the ultimate self-satisfaction.
You can also leave feedback & comments for this story on the Plaza Forum