Everyone gathered at the Fun House for the Halloween party. It is a night of guaranteed release for any inhibitions that you may have or thought that you had. This was the ultimate latex party and all of the latex pets were going to be there. This year there was supposed to be a special treat for all of the submissive toys that promised to be mind blowing fun.
Katie knew what her Mistress liked and she was not afraid to show it. She loved the feel of latex and had the body to flaunt it. She went to the Fun Room as instructed without hesitation.
Cassie had transformed herself from a shy book worm to a bombshell in order to explore her latex fetish. She arrived before her Mistress and went to the Fun Room as instructed.
Lassie was the last to arrive at the party. She wanted to get here earlier but her Mistress had other ideas. She knew that she would be even more hyped if they were the last to arrive. She knew her too well. She followed her Mistress int the Fun Room where her Mistress let her off of her leash in order to join in the fun. She sat and waited for the fun to begin.
Since Katie and Cassie had arrived so much earlier, they had already begun to explore each other to determine what pleasures the other needed to proceed. They tried to think of anything other than lust but their minds had already succumbed to the subliminal messages and arousal gas. They were so lost in the pleasure that they did not notice that Lassie had entered the room. Lassie just kept kneeling and soaking up the gas and messages. She would not have to wait long for the fun to overtake her senses.
Once they were all assembled and properly conditioned, the Fun Master entered the room and took her place on her throne. She ordered Lassie to come to her in order to start the Fun.
The Fun Master told all of the toys to form a line in front of her so that she could make sure that they all were voluntarily her at the Fun House and were ready to experience something that would change them in ways that they could not foresee. Each one told her yes when it was their turn. At this point she told them to strip and await her next order. They did so without hesitation or thought. See then instructed them to enter the sleep sacks laid out on the floor. They did so willingly. She then sealed each of them in their special sleep sack to experience something that would be pleasurable beyond belief. As soon as she had them in sealed, she began her incantation and watched with glee as they squirmed in their latex enclosures.
Every thing changed as the toys shed off their latex cocoons.
Katie was now Kallal and was ready for anything that would come his way. He was no longer the submissive but a true alpha man.
Cassie was no longer a submissive either. Carl was now looking for that low life that had posed as its Mistress. He was ready for his dominance to overwhelm its Mistress.
Lassie was the last to emerge from the cocoon. It was so unsure of its purpose that it went directly to the closest mirror in order to confirm what had been changed. Les was now more than Lassie could have ever expected but unlike it’s fellow toys, it was not anymore dominate than it had been before the changes. Les knew that he had to be more more to please his Mistress.
Great. It was your very first time at the gym. You didn‘t want to cause any trouble. You tried your best to avoid eye contact with the alpha males and the gay hunks and the jock bros … You just wanted to run a bit on the treadmill and lift some not-too-heavy dumbells. And then … THIS happened.
Some freaks grabbed you in the showers and dropped you into a pit of tar-like liquid, just before jumping right into it after you. Your struggle showed no effect. The oozing slime quickly coated your body, covering all of your skin and converting your flesh into even more goo. The hulking muscles seemed like a nice addition, just as the upgrade that occurred between your legs … but why did your head become so dizzy? Hard to think. Memories fading away, personality traits lost, faces of friends and family forgotten… to be replaced with the identity of a cocky gym bro. Completely new attitude, more confidence, more focus, more interest in hulking up your body and doing bro things.
And these hunks around you? Any hostile thought towards them has disappeared from your mind. They‘re your best friends after all! There’s nobody you can trust more than them! You have spent, like, your whole life together here at the slime gym, lifting heavy weights, doing rep after rep, exchanging your … protein shakes … ? A gym bro friendship has certain benefits, after all. Your mind being flooded by alpha thoughts, you suddenly remember it all. You are the embodiment of pure masculinity and raw power. And also, you are very fluid. Not enough muscles? Just sip some goo and add it to your bulging mass!
A horny smirk appears on your face as your bros press their masculine, liquid bodies against yours, the slime making up your flexing muscles mixing and merging together, making your bodies connected in the same way as your minds and souls are connected. You’re all one. It‘s like your own, personal frat. Your friendship is eternal. And you’re thrilled to help your homies find others worthy of joining you! Life is truly great. You wouldn‘t ever want to exchange it for any other life, right? Like, for example, the life of that pitiful little nerd who came to the gym earlier. Speaking of, did you see where he went? No? Well, doesn‘t matter. Just keep enjoying your bros‘ sexy bodies … and yours!
We found a solution for the COVID-19 pandemic! Liquid rubber nanobots that feed on certain viruses! They search for people infected with the corona virus (mostly those ‚free thinkers’ who refuse to wear a mask) and attach to their faces as gas masks. Once their victims body is fully covered in skin tight rubber (even mimicking the style of their clothes and enhancing their bodies!) it‘s impossible for the virus to get out. The masks will filter all the viruses out of the victim’s breath to consume them, protecting the rest of humanity from a further spread. To ensure that corona stays under control, the transformed targets will be locked in the shiny latex as long as there is any type of virus in their body. In this time, they will be constantly hypnotised and all thoughts of rebellion or disobedience will be suppressed so they support the scientific measurements taken to fight the disease. The only question is… what shall we do with all the full rubber hunks that suddenly appear everywhere? … and why are those rubber guys so eager to follow orders from dominant men and meet up in large groups in hidden places, producing lots of squeaking noises? So many questions… These nanobots would be a compelling arguments to actually take off the mask and let them get me. But since they are just one of my many kinky fantasies: Please wear your mask and protect yourself and others!
Elias the anthropomorphic Wolf happened to encounter the rubber drones created by Kaxeiko. He fought valiantly, but soon found himself being forced down to the ground by Drone #918 and being covered in their contagious rubber slime. Seeing his body being enhanced, becoming more muscular and being coated in a thick layer of latex that merged with his skin, he got so aroused that he gave in and let the hypnotic gas of the drones corrupt his brain and make him a part of the hive. The newly born Drone #167 looks at their transformed body, saying farewell to the last rests of Elias’ identity and welcoming the thoughts and orders of the collective mind of the hive in their otherwise empty head: PROCREATE. CONQUER. INFECT. TRANSFORM. ASSIMILATE. And with these words echoing through their head again and again, a new drone soldier begins their hunt.
Women normally don’t catch my eye, but Cia is on a completely different level! If I were a woman, I’d definitely take fashion advice from her! While playing Hyrule Warriors, I asked myself what would happen if Cia went to the era of ‚Zelda II: Adventure of Link‘, put some Majoras Mask-ish magic on just defeated Ganons ashes to create a rubber boar mask of him and then force it on Links face. Well, I think that would mean: GAME OVER RETURN OF GANON … Disclaimer: The Zelda franchise, the characters Zelda, Cia, Link and Ganon, the items Majoras Mask and Master Sword and their designs all belong to Nintendo. This is a creative fan-work for non-commercial use.
An older comic I drew when I still had to experiment with the Apple Pencil.
When you fap too much, it could have very strange side effects. When you’re nothing but a transformation toy for everyone, you can not even trust your own penis. Alvary has to learn that the hard (or the sludgy) way…
Tsk, tsk, Alvary. Now what trouble did you get yourself in? Pretty gross. But it looks like your personality was changed to fit your body. Enjoy it and infect some people before you get transformed into something else again…
I took some inspiration for this from the great pictures of one of my favourite artists, Rip_Kackel. Most of you should know him already, but if you don’t and like this, make sure to have a look at his gallery on Furaffinity or Twitter!
Part (3/3) The last page of a three part rubber transformation comic drawn by me, starring Dimitrii Dmitriev aka Rubber Boy. He is such a cool guy and always shares great photos and art, so I signed him up as a ‚volunteer‘ for a secret experiment. In his drink, he got a prototype liquid that‘s supposed to offer a fast and easy way for the government to make disturbing libertines a bit less insubordinate and way more … accordant … Finally, the transformation of Dimitrii‘s body came to an end. But there is little of him left now. He now is #613, an obedient drone existing only to serve. Always silent and always listening. Like a mantra the thoughts about obedience spin around in his otherwise empty head. Serve. Obey. Infect. Corrupt. Assimilate. Disobedience is never an option again for this mindless being, as there is no reason to ever question the orders of the authorities. Former Dimitrii is a mindless drone now, made of solid rubber, muscular, sexy, always horny. A drone, a tool, a toy, a soldier, an assassin, a partner, a slave. It can be anything the establishment and it’s representatives need to reach their goals, defeat all resistance of the people or just to have a good time with the drone. The purple toxic in his backpack permanently poisons it, but it’s also what keeps him alive, perfect and young forever. Obedience is rewarded with sexual stimulation, fulfillment of a mission with multiple orgasms over hours and hours. There is not a single flaw on the drones‘ rubberised body. And it is eager and determined to spread this gift. The body reflects any form of light as it‘s miniature slave brain filled with nothing but admiration for the masters reflects any try to reach Dimitrii‘s sealed conscience or reawaken his deleted memories. Dimitrii is gone, but Rubber Drone #613 is patiently and silently awaiting orders from it’s masters to bring anyone under their dominant feet that they wish to get there. Drone #613 is one with the swarm now, and there is probably no chance to ever reverse this process. But that won’t bother that brainwashed tool and wantless toy. In the hungry arms of its fellow drones it will certainly feel snug and comfy. Tomorrow it will execute it’s first mission together with drones #924 and #918 to convert as many of their fetish friends as possible, so they can share this wonderful fate!
Part (2/3) The second page of a three part rubber transformation comic drawn by me, starring Dimitrii Dmitriev aka Rubber Boy. He is such a cool guy and always shares great photos and art, so I signed him up as a ‚volunteer‘ for a secret experiment. In his drink, he got a prototype liquid that‘s supposed to offer a fast and easy way for the government to make disturbing libertines a bit less insubordinate and way more … accordant … The strange liquid needed mere seconds to seal Dimitrii in a skintight rubber suit that merges with his skin irreversibally. Now it changes his expressionless face into that of a gas mask. His eyes under the rubber transform into clear glass lenses and his mouth and nose merge together to form the filter that releases intense huffs of a boy that both panics and shakes in sexual arousement at the same time. Then it creates a hose going from his neck to his back. While something presses against the top of his head from inside, making bulges appear in a line from the front to the rear of it, out of his back emerges some kind of bubble. It inflates and becomes a backpack that is filled with a violet nerval poison. It has two functions: Flooding the victims body and mind with sensations of an intensity never felt before, happiness, Hornungs, euphoria and so on, and at the same time lowering the brain activity to prevent individual thoughts or disobedience. Dimitrii tries hard to fight the mushing of his brain and the corruption of his thoughts, but he is easily overwhelmed by the sexual stimulation he‘s confronted with. He gives in to his desires and as the toxic destroys one brain cell after another, the most important organ and very pride of the human race shrinks to the size of a walnut, just big enough to hear, understand and execute orders. At the same time, his skull adapts to the changes done to his head. Since he has no mouth or nose any longer, his jaws and teeth merge together and become a thick and sturdy plate of bone that then takes a form fitting that of the gas masks ‚snout‘. The bulges on his head get torn apart, for his skull has also created spikes that now grow to form a red mohawk made of bloody bones. After all, the government does want it‘s enemies, anarchists, skinheads and punks, to think Dimitrii is still one of them, just sexier, so he can easily trick, seduce and infect them. And with that, the transformation reaches it‘s finale. The experiment seems to be a success, judging by what the once so individual and freeminded Dimitrii has become …
Part (1/3) The first page of a three part rubber transformation comic drawn by me, starring Dimitrii Dmitriev aka Rubber Boy. He is such a cool guy and always shares great photos and art, so I signed him up as a ‚volunteer‘ for a secret experiment. In his drink, he got a prototype liquid that‘s supposed to offer a fast and easy way for the government to make disturbing libertines a bit less insubordinate and way more … accordant … A single sip of the black, thick drink is enough to completely fill his mouth with goop that reproduces itself with insane speed. It not only covers his shirt and skin, but also fills his stomach and starts to rebuild his body to fit the program of the government scientists. Poor (or lucky?) Dimitrii hasn‘t even got enough time to understand what‘s happening before he is completely coated in rubber …
Part (2/2) After the piercings drilled into his flesh, the transformation finished in just a few seconds. Red ink flowed over his now rough skin, forming otherworldly patterns that stretch over his bulging muscles. Horns explode out of his head that is flooded with strange, evil thoughts and orders of the mystic creature that transformed the one who now passed the gift on to him. His eyes going black, his tongue growing long and pointy, rings gliding onto his fingers and a transparent rubber shirt sucking itself tightly onto his masculine new body… after all these changes, he instantly submits himself to the orders of his master and is eager to find new members for his gang!
Part (½) Here we see a girly boy based on myself starting his first video blog. What he doesn’t know, he won’t talk about beauty stuff and fashion here. No, this day will change his life forever. Though not being able to resist at all, and despite first feeling the urge to flee, soon, he will be thankful for and proud of the changes he will experience…
This is a commission for Wampsy. Once he was a simple human, weak, shy and kind of devote. This changed however, when Wampsy met the demon Kaxeiko, who possessed him and transformed him using their rubbery tears. The human underwent a crucial change in body and mind. Evolving from a young man into a over 7 feet tall hunky wolf beast with a body made completely of living latex, the boy forgot all of his former lifes memories including his family, friends and his own personality. So he became Yankanaku, the “evil rubber raping devil”, with a mind made up of pure hate and disrespect for human beings and their needs and wishes. He is a sadistic monster who has humans as rubberized pets, robbing them off their identity, sealing their arms away and melting their feet together forcing them to crouch and kneel before him. They are hold in chastity and serve him as sex toys, their only way of enjoying positive feelings being giving their master an orgasm and consuming his rubber juice. We designed this creature together, the idea of giving a submissive boy a dominant fursona to mock him being my idea, while he basically put all his submissive desires into the fate of the enslaved humans. It can also be seen as a “What happened if we fused together?”-scenario. So, the question here is, did he become Yankanaku, being a dark rubber king now? Or did Yankanaku absorb him, using his body as a host, and maybe putting his tortured soul into one of the rubber pets he created? After all, Yankanaku is, with all his power, just another servant of Kaxeiko. But a high ranked one, like a commander. I put several things into this I find very cool, special mentions: Boot-/Glovepaws, I really love gear with straps and buckles that transtition into body parts; inflated but bound tail for some nice pressure; and of course the rubber hose dreadlocks.
The Lord of Kaxeiko’s Driders, a being created by the archdemon of fetishes themselves to capture and transform as many victims as possible. Long ago, there was a deity namend Tsvsschenako. It was the mother of all spiders, a wise and gentle being. She showed the people of Masaupi, one of the twelve tribes of the world Dariya, how to produce silk and weave clothes, she made tents for them to stay warm in winter and cool in summer. Tsvsschenako had a priest amongst the Masaupi, Nah'ash'sheji, a young man, skilled in using the loom, preaching the ways of the spider mother and living in peace with the priests of the other Masaupi deities. However, soon people forgot what Tsvsschenako had done for them. They started disliking spiders, fearing them for their many legs and poisonous bite. Nah'ash'sheji tried to calm down the people, but it had no use. Their fear grew more and more until it turned into hatred and eventually, they burned Tsvsschenako’s shrine and chased away her priest. It was this day when the spider mother declared that not ever again a spider should help a human by any means. Tsvsschenako cared for her priest Nah'ash'sheji, gave him command over her children and treated him as one of them, as her first born son. One day, Nah'ash'sheji found a human in the wild forests of their country Elegunkeya, severely wounded for reasons unknown to the priest. He had mercy with the human, so he took him, washed his wounds in the clear water of the river Yukkhane and bandaged them with silken webs that he produced with his own spider powers. After this, he took the human to the needle rock of Tsveyi, where Tsvsschenako’s cave was, and presented the wounded human to his mother. However, despite being proud on her son for acting in an ethically correct way, the spider mother had to scold him for breaking her law, for he had helped a human illegally. As punishment, she banished Nah'ash'sheji from the spider tribe and declared a new law, that she will never show her face to a human again, neither speak with them, and if anyone enters her cave, all spiders would try to eat them. Nah'ash'sheji was sad about this verdict, naturally, but he accepted it and carried the human by foot and without resting to Elegunkeya’s capital Kwobeak, where, ironically, the human was scalped alive and then staked for being a serial killer right after Nah'ash'sheji left the town again. Now that the spider priest had done his last duty, he wanted nothing more than leave this world. So he proceeded to go back to Tsveyi Rock, for he wanted to enter the cave of the deity he once called mother so his siblings would eat him. But, after wandering for days and nights, he finally collapsed somewhere in the wilderness out of exhaustion. Hoping he would die soon, he closed his eyes and prayed. Then, a creature appeared before him. Though he was not sure it was a real creature, after all, he could just see a red glowing and some silhouette in it. The being watched him dying slowly, but whenever he was about to faint, the creature healed him just enough so he couldn’t die. After several days, Nah'ash'sheji got weary and so he asked the creature why they did this to him. And the creature answered: “I watched you live and I saw your actions, and I took a shine to your appearance soon, young man. So I have an offer to make to you. I will grant you one wish, but in exchange, I will take death from you, and not only death, but age, too, the very ability to change your body or mind into anything weaker of any kind.” Nah'ash'sheji couldn’t see the flaw in this offer. Getting a wish fulfilled AND being immortal? So he said: “I take your offer. Please, the spiders banished me, but I want to be one of them again.” “Say no more!”, hissed the strange being, disappearing in a flash of light, but shooting an eye-like symbol at him at first, and then, Nah'ash'sheji fainted. When Nah'ash'sheji opened his eyes and looked down to his body, his breath caught in horror. His human body was gone, leaving only a torso that seemed to be covered in… no, that seemed to be MADE of some shiny black substance. Glowing red patterns covered it and where his legs should be, there was a giant spider’s body, also completely made of the strange material and covered in red patterns. His body had become very muscular, too, and squeaked with every movement he made. The creature he had encountered in the forests had taken his wish literally and made him one of the spiders. The priest didn’t know if he should be frightened by this, or happy about it. After all, if he was no human anymore, he could return to Tsveyi Rock! But then again, they banished him. They punished him for being a good person. Which made him kind of sad. No, MAD. Oh, how much he hated all of them. That’s what you get when you follow your ethics. Nothing but hate. So shall it be, he would accept the hate he got from everyone in this mortal world and imbue his very personality with it. No! He couldn’t do this. It was wrong. But… there was this entity. Whispering words in his head. It felt so nice. His whole body felt so nice! The material he was made of now, so full of tension, so full of pressure, like it would explode any moment and at the same time suck itself tighter and tighter onto him. He enjoyed this new form and he enjoyed the thoughts that his creator gave him. He finally accepted what happened to him. And he would use his powers to create his own swarm of spiders, until they’d be strong enough to destroy humans AND Tsvsschenakos tribe! A black silhouette appeared, sitting on his spider body like on a horse. One arm of it stretched and hugged his chest, the other one went down to his crotch, where now there was a spider mouth with mandibles, but as the creature touched him there, a giant shaft shot out of it. The creature grabbed it with it’s slippery, tentacle-like arm and started rubbing it, making him even more mesmerized. “So, now that you really ARE a spider… I will now activate the “not being able to change body or mind ever again”-part.“ Nah'ash'sheji moaned and tentacles slipped out of his glans. The creature rubbed his shaft stronger and stimulated his nipples with it’s other arm whilst kissing his neck gently. Nah'ash'sheji’s demonic new body started to seep with slime, and soon, heat shot through him and he shot a thick beam of rubbery slime out of his shaft. "You’re hereby, according to our contract that you signed with your spoken words and with giving me your essence of life, locked and sealed in this form forever, no ability to age, no ability to ever die, no ability to go back to your old personality. Just as you wished it, right?” The creature licked his shaft clean and then disappeared. “Be a good servant to me and spread your curse! Let us cover the world in my dark and shiny tears!”
