#rubber tf

[fredwkong]

Virgo Season: Daniel

Daniel knew that he was a good man. He’d grown up in a small community in Appalachia, gone to seminary, and started his own ministry in the same community he’d grown up in. One of his sermons, on the evils of liberalism and city life, had gone “viral,” whatever that meant, and Daniel had been overjoyed to receive an invitation to Pastor Blanco’s conference at the Astra Hotel.

Not since seminary had Daniel felt like he was among so many like-minded people. So many good points had been made during just the first week, Daniel had taken enough notes to write a whole year of sermons. Sure, a few people seemed to have left the conference before they were scheduled to, but that just meant that there was more attention left for those who remained, in Daniel’s opinion.

He was immeasurably grateful for the attention he had received thus far. Daniel knew he had a tendency to be a bit more of a follower than a leader, but the speakers, even Pastor Blanco, didn’t seem to mind Daniel’s puppyish, incessant questions and agreement. They encouraged him in a way that Daniel had never felt encouraged before.

Still, there was something about this hotel. Since arriving, Daniel had been plagued by… thoughts that he thought he’d long since rid himself of. He had long, long ago quashed his vanity, or so he’d believed. But suddenly, he was once again catching glimpses of his shapeless body in mirrors, ill-fitting suits doing him no favours. He knew that he should be respected for his mind and his ideas, not for his body, but Daniel’s great vice was that he had always wanted both.

Back in his misspent youth, while struggling with his faith, Daniel had imagined himself with acres of thick, hairless muscle, shining with oil on a stage. Now, in the Astra Hotel, he found himself remembering those moments, and his penis, whose desires he had managed to overcome for over a decade, was responding.

These images kept on coming upon him without warning. He was talking to a hard right lawyer in line to be a federal judge, when he caught a glimpse of his unremarkable body in a nearby mirror and he lost his train of thought, nearly swallowing his tongue as he imagined his reflection shredding his shirt with thick muscle.

One evening, it all became too much. Daniel got down on his knees in his hotel room and began to pray for deliverance from these upsetting images.

He was barely through when he heard a dripping sound coming from his bathroom. It was regular, but not the plink of water hitting porcelain. It was a thicker sound, from large, viscous drops of… something. Daniel went to check on it.

Instead of water, some thick, amber fluid was emerging from the shower head. Each drop pearled up as if from nothing, stretched slowly down, and dropped, splatting onto the shower floor. It had already formed a thick, gooey pile, but was too thick to flow easily into the drain.

Daniel lost his breath. He must be witnessing some kind of a miracle at work. Without hesitation, he stepped into the shower stall and reached his hand out for the next drop as it fell.

The instant it touched his palm, he felt an overwhelming sensation fill him. It was the same as when he thought about muscles. His brain filled with images of himself, but thick, smooth, sexy. Totally in command. His penis hardened in his pants.

This must be some kind of a temptation. Daniel tried to pull his hand away. “No—“ he gasped.

Without warning, the shower turned on, and a torrent of amber goo covered Daniel from head to toe. Every bit of skin it touched lit up with the same erotic pleasure as his hand had, making him writhe in ecstasy.

The coating of goo dissolved Daniel’s clothing, leaving him naked but for the inch-thick coating all over him. It quickly flooded every crevice of his body, and Daniel shuddered as he felt the animate fluid fill up his urethra and anus, even filling up his mouth, nose, and ears. His cock shuddered harder and harder in time with his racing heart, stimulated by the gently flowing goo.

Daniel’s mind filled with images of naked, muscular men, but this time they weren’t only shining with sweat. No, what he now understood he had been missing all his life was this thick, viscous coating all over his body. This was what he truly desired.

As this thought penetrated his soul, Daniel felt a tingle as the goo began to be absorbed into his skin. His muscles began to twitch, jerk, and inflate as more and more thick, amber liquid sank into him. His shoulders widened, his pecs plumped up, and his waist slimmed down as the goo brought Daniel’s body perfectly in line with the fantasy he had held in his mind for so many years.

Finally, just as Daniel thought his mind would break from the pleasure he was experiencing, the remaining layer of thick liquid slackened its grip and sloughed off of him. Suddenly as mobile as water, it drained away, leaving Daniel gasping for air and coughing up the last remnants.

He stepped out of the shower stall and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked… perfect. Like a young bodybuilding god, his body was bulky, yet perfectly aesthetic and totally smooth. He didn’t even have any stubble anywhere below his eyebrows. With each motion, his pumped up muscles and thickened, longer cock bounced, producing a sensation that had Daniel biting back a groan.

The sight of his body and the sensation of his new muscles moving had Daniel suddenly on the edge of an urgent, intense orgasm, his first in years. Before he could stop himself, he was shooting all over the tiles, feeling his muscles spasm more in a way that created a pleasurable feedback loop. As the aftershocks faded away, Daniel found himself looking, puzzled, at the copious load on the floor. Why was the creamy white of his semen tinged with a hint of orange?

Unable to find any clothes to fit him, Daniel fell into bed and was almost immediately unconscious.

The next morning proved that his transformation was no dream. Daniel admired his sweat-sheened muscles at the mirror, unable to tear his eyes away. Somehow, he discovered that his clothes had changed to suit his new body. Along with some business casual clothes, all in 4-way stretch fabrics, was a ton of gym gear, including more types of jockstraps than Daniel had ever imagined existed in the world. Pulling on a jock before his suit pants, Daniel found his thick cock hardening uncontrollably.

None of the other attendees seemed to notice Daniel’s incredible transformation. Or, perhaps, they thought he was a different Appalachian pastor, now with an incredible gym-built body that filled all his clothes nearly to bursting. Every time he caught a glimpse of himself, Daniel felt his cock thicken and ooze slick precum into his jock. It was such a turn-on to know that, unknown to all of these stuffy, stuck-up neoconservatives, Daniel was turning himself on and gently edging himself to the thought of his own body.

Somehow, all these talks that had seemed so interesting just yesterday were sliding from Daniel’s attention. How many different ways were there to say “I fucking hate everyone”? As his eyes drifted around the conference room, Daniel’s attention was suddenly caught by a guy whose attention was equally drifting. He was cute, dark-skinned and smooth-faced, and wearing… a leather baseball cap?

Daniel couldn’t imagine how someone so clearly different from everyone else was in here, and drawing absolutely no attention to himself. During the next break, he caught the guy’s eye and nodded out the door.

From the hall, he watched as the little mixed race twink—why was that word in his head?—started to follow, and then paused, his eyes widening at the sound of another attendee saying something. Probably something homophobic. The guy turned around and headed back to his seat.

Oh well. The conference wasn’t worth Daniel’s time. He may as well head back to his room.

As soon as the door shut behind him, Daniel could hear the shower dripping again. As quietly as he could with his big new feet, he stalked into the bathroom to see another splatter of amber goo beginning to form on the shower floor.

Did he want more? Daniel could tell he’d changed. Not just his body, but his mind, too. His faith still felt firm, but different somehow. Temptation didn’t seem to matter as much anymore. If he changed more, he might lose all will to resist.

As he finished that thought, Daniel realised that he’d stepped into the shower without knowing it. He watched, as if in slow motion, as his big, meaty hand reached out for the next drop of pleasurable, life-changing goo.

He whited out as his clothes dissolved into the thick layer of goop this time, feeling himself cum at least twice as amber fluid sank into his skin again. Long after it had all drained away, Dan regained consciousness on all fours, moaning and thrusting like a whore as another load drained out of his low-hanging balls. The layer of cum on the porcelain had a distinct amber colour, but Dan reasoned that it could be the last of the goo draining from his big cock.

Stepping out of the shower, Dan admired his thick muscles, now covered in a layer of dark tattoos. His ass looked phenomenal, framed by bars of black and a scatter of other designs. He licked his lips, looking at himself, and felt some kind of a spurt deep in his hole.

A moment later, his asshole clenched, and Dan watched in the mirror as a bit of amber-tinged slick emerged from between his cheeks, dripping down his thick, hairless legs. Leaning down, still keeping his eyes on the flex and bend of his perfect, tatted body, Dan scooped up a bit of the natural lube and brought his finger to his slick hole.

The push of his thick finger into his ass felt incredible, and before long Dan was lying on the rumpled hotel bed, grunting and groaning as he thrust his fingers into his hungry hole. He came again, and collapsed on top of his fresh, copious load, almost immediately unconscious.

The following morning, all Dan’s suits and business casual clothes were gone. Instead, all he had were some more gym gear and a couple of leather jackets.

The thought of sitting in a conference hall full of stuffy suits who’d look at him like the dirt on their shoes made Dan roll his eyes, so he skipped his planned talks and headed to the hotel gym. It felt good to put his perfect new body through its paces. Just like he’d always imagined, pushing and pulling heavy weights was an incredible rush, at least on par with a good group prayer session. Although, every time he imagined prayer, Dan found himself thinking of EDM beats and grinding against other naked, sweaty male bodies. His tattoos would look so good stretching and warping under the strobes.

Near the end of his session, while Dan was doing a couple of sprints and watching his bare chest flex and bounce in the mirrors, the gym door opened. When he slowed down a few minutes later, Dan spotted the twink from yesterday, his skin distinctly olive-coloured today, and covered in a rubber suit—a gimp suit, said something in the back of Dan’s mind—from his neck down.

Sweat dripping from his overhanging pecs, Dan walked up to the twink, who was warming up on the bikes. Clearly, a gym session in a gimp suit was hard work, judging from the sheen of sweat already coating his pretty face and dripping from his curly dark hair.

“Hey man,” Dan said, enjoying his smooth new voice. “C’mon up to my room after, yeah?” He told the twink where to go, and the kid nodded. Looking into his eyes, Dan had a sudden image of a much older man, the lawyer with whom he had been speaking the other day. Somehow, this submissive, kinky twink had the same eyes as that self-obsessed, white-haired old man.

Come to think of it, Dan hadn’t seen that man for a couple of days, even before his own transformation had begun.

Back in his room, Dan was laying out lube and condoms—since when had he had those?—when he heard the tell-tale drip from the bathroom again. Once again, drops of amber goop were pooling next to the drain.

There was no hesitation this time. Feeling a spurt of orange-tinged precum drool out of his jockstrap, Dan stepped into the shower stall and spread his bare, tattooed arms, waiting for the pleasurable wave of fluid to fill him up.

Either moments or hours later, Dan returned to himself, coughing up the last of the viscous ooze on the shower floor. His hands, on the porcelain beneath him, looked distinctly black-skinned.

Without even looking in the mirror, Dan knew he was a Black man. Not only could he see how the dark brown tint was no longer from mere tattoos, but there seemed to be something different in the way he moved as he rose to his feet and stepped out of the shower. Not to mention the big, thick, Black cock insistently dripping amber precum onto the floor.

Next to the tools he had laid out, Dan found a black leather harness that set off his hairless brown pecs perfectly. He pulled on a jockstrap, too, enjoying the feeling of leaking through it instantly. As he admired himself in the wall mirror, feeling up his smooth Black muscles, there was a tentative knock at the door.

The twink stared up in awe as Dan opened the door, and didn’t resist as Dan pulled him in by the front of his rubber suit. He mewled pitifully, his bulge pulsing with need, as Dan stood him in the shower and drained the stream of musky sweat mixed with copious precum that had been pooling in the suit. His shiny gloved hands helped pull the suit down below his waist, and he took Dan’s cock like a natural, shuddering through a handsfree orgasm as Dan filled him up with a thick load of amber goo.

“Got you hooked, now,” Dan told the twinky gimp as his new toy cleaned off his oozing Black cock. “Hope you like worshipping at your new temple.”

The twink nodded desperately, and Dan grinned down at him. Life was good, and he couldn’t wait to fuck more of the guys he’d been desperately following around a few days ago. Next time, he’d make sure to face his mirror, so he could get a good look at his perfect body as it shone with exertion and filled up his worshippers with his addictive cum.

Click here to see all of Virgo Season.

If you feel inspired, write a story set at the Astra Hotel and post it @ me to join in. Help me celebrate my birthday by turning more conference attendees into geared up gay kinksters.

#male transformation #mental change #muscle tf #reality change #male tf #race change #black tf #leather tf #rubber tf #dom tf #virgo season #all fwkong

[hard-like-fella]

seeing your work; turning people into rubber skinheads, chavs, etc. has really made me realize how nice it would be if something similar were to happen to me. What would have to change in order to become a rubber soldier?

Indeed, envisioning yourself as a rubber soldier conjures up images of a striking figure clad in shiny latex and PVC, with every muscle accentuated to perfection.

However, the magic of such a transformation lies in the precision of your words. A 'rubber soldier' might not just entail a shiny uniform but could literally mean becoming a RUBBER soldier.

As the transformation begins, you might first notice your compression T-shirt hugging your torso a tad more snugly than usual. Then, a peculiar sensation sweeps over you as your muscles stiffen, your skin takes on a glossy, green sheen, and you feel both powerful and constrained simultaneously.

In the blink of an eye, your uniform and boots seem to dissolve, melding into your very being. Now, you stand not just dressed as, but truly embodying, a toy soldier - resolute and unyielding.

Your every movement resonates with a surreal, rubbery echo. As you move, the stiffness of your body becomes apparent. Each motion is deliberate, almost mechanical. The most immediate and striking change is the pervasive scent of rubber and plastic mixed with sweat that now seems to emanate from your very pores. It's a constant reminder of your transformation, a heady and unmistakable aroma that clings to your newly glossy skin.

Isn't this what you asked for?

#rubber #male asfr #rubber tf #tf story #military men #ai #ai generated

[octuscle]

What are your fav tumblr tf story makers? Ones that do biker tfs, jock tfs etc

Thanks a lot if you answer

Phew, there are a hell of a lot of them…

@mrrharper has an excellent tast in sweaty jocks and bros...

I like @malestransforming for his style of writing.

Nice for leather is @dcigar

@broooooo is hot for latex and leather

Also very kinky with excellent combinations of text and pics offers @wishmaster

For hairy and muscular tfs check @aardvarkia. Doesn't publish very often. But when he does... OMG!

@gkutfdvnn is fantastic for jock tf. Bro, you should write more often!

@fredwkong offers excelent writing with a wide range of contents.

For any kind of stories smelling of sweat and musk contact @coachs-locker-room

This list is certainly not exhaustive. I'm sure I've forgotten geniuses to whom I owe many horny minutes of wanking.

Even if they don't write themselves, I think @bratboy197 and @fredwmain are worthwhile as sources for hot stories by other authors.

But to be completely honest: Besides the authors of wonderful wank templates, I almost love the collectors of pictures even more. They are the inspiration for my own stories.

#male tf #muscle tf #race change #leather tf #rubber tf #borrowed plumes

[rubbercasing]

haha, nice dichotomy (slime girls and doll girls) IDIOT!! now what lies outside of it? (liquid latex girls)

#rubber tf

[windyatticart]

Within minutes, the strange bracelets he had found on the beach had coated the poor fisherman in a viscous cocoon of tarlike rubber, transforming his meager body into the powerful form of a Sea Prince. His wiry torso is now like a strongman's, and a massive tail 20 feet long has swallowed his legs whole, which thrashes the sand. He pulls desperately at the congealing rubber that smothers his face, but the cloying mask only stretches before snapping back tighter. Meanwhile the powerful, bulging muscles that have enveloped his form pulsate and dig into his body, trying to dissolve his skin and meld with him permanently. This sticky second skin that has glued to his form will soon overpower him for good, making him just a puppet in the reborn merman's overpowering will. Together they will be a Prince of the Deep, under one animal will seeking only to transform and propagate. Forever.

#rubber #rubber tf #naga #transformation #goo #goo tf #slime #slime tf #jewelry tf

[pswkua2]

"Kismet? Where have you been? You texted me to come here to this bamboo forest out of nowhere." "Hug." "Huh? Wha- why are you shiny?" "Hug." "L-let's go home. We're all worried abou-" "Hug Meg." Kismet is Plucky's OC

#doll tf #tf #doll transformation #doll infection #rubber tf #kismet #meg #self insert

[fredwkong]

Hey there! I love what you do to/for your readers, and wanted to throw an ask out there. I’ve always had a rubber fetish, but never been able to afford any gear of my own. I just finally bought my first latex suit, but now I find I don’t have the balls to wear it out in public, or even to gear night at the local gay bar. I’m just too inhibited and self conscious. So here we go, I’m like kinky putty in your skilled hands. I trust that I’ll thoroughly enjoy whatever you come up with, whether I want to or not. 😉

Come on, you’ve just gotta try it out. Pretend that they’re all in latex, too. Maybe that will help.

Your imagination is a powerful thing, after all. Just put on your gear and look at yourself in the mirror. Imagine yourself filling it out better. Think about how it would feel to have the rubber stretch against your growing muscles, squeaking as you push it so far that it seems to expand. Your shoulders widening as your arms thicken beyond the limits of the suit.

Take a look at your legs too. Really imagine what your rubber suit would look like with massive quads and thick calves filling it. Think about your big feet in some tall boots, and your ass and cock stretching the latex so everyone knows how horny it gets you. Just imagine how much precum you’ll find in the crotch when you open it up later, after a whole night of feeling the suit squeak and stretch around your thick muscled up body.

Now you’re ready to go out on the street and imagine everyone around you in latex, too. It’ll help you build up confidence in your new body. Imagine the dad mowing his lawn as a daddy wearing a sheer rubber tank top and ass-hugging latex booty shorts. Imagine the college boy on his bike in a full gimp suit, bouncing up and down on his built-in plug with every stroke of the pedals. Look at the jock smoking outside the gym and think about how good he’d look in some bleachers-style pants with a matching rubber cap.

See? You made it to your event just fine, and left some sexy rubber men in your wake. Didn’t I tell you you can change anything just with the power of your mind?

If this got you horny, consider putting some spare change in my Ko-fi cup so I can write even more hot stories.

#male transformation #answered ask #male tf #muscle tf #reality change #rubber tf #infectious tf

[hard-like-fella]

Hi, got sent a gas mask with a hose and been gifted a DroneMaster X1 for a birthday present (not sure who sent them as no note) but i put the mask on and connected to the DroneMaster X1 not knowing what I was supposed to do and now i cannot disconnect, can you please help me?

Dear User,

Upon analyzing your geolocation data, it appears you are utilizing a device with the serial number XR-3287JH91. Our records indicate that the device was activated in "full rubberization" mode. In this specific mode, the attached gas mask cannot be removed until the user is completely enveloped in a rubber layer, a result of the DNARex-10 gas. Any attempts to modify the device's parameters have been restricted due to our stringent ownership verification protocols. Kindly furnish us with verifiable proof of device ownership. We appreciate your understanding and prompt attention to this matter.

Regards,

Customer Support

#rubber #male asfr #male tf #rubber tf #rubber drone

[octuscle]

I think my Chronivac is broken. I wanted it to make a hot rubber daddy smoking a cigar appear, but it hasn’t done it. I have tried pressing the buttons several times. All it says is transformation loading. What does that mean? Will I get my rubber daddy?

Something didn't work with your setting…. I just stopped the process and set it up again. My problem: I confused "become" and "get"…. In German "bekommen" means "get". But it just sounds like "become". Shit! Sorry about that. That's definitely the reason why your chin is scratching now. The beard is sprouting. And although you are actually blond, the beard is pitch black. Your hair is getting darker. Black hair is growing on your forearms. And the background of the hair is also getting darker. Tattoos on your right forearm mark your success in fisting. You will not get a rubber daddy. But you will become the perfect rubber daddy.

Your hairdo is pure porn. The fabric of your jeans becomes smoother. And shinier. And the same happens with your sweater. Fuck, you can only think about fucking. Your cock is hard and constantly licks precum.

You need a cigar now! Immediately at your service, Daddy!

You pic posted @feticheleather

#rubber tf #male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #male transformation #muscle transformation #inked man

[polkatoonz]

Commission for BurgerGoon

#breast expansion #polkatoonz #clowntf #rubberdoll #rubber tf #helltaker #lucifer helltaker #commission #hourglass figure

[windyatticart]

A gooey, rubbery living demon costume reels in a reluctant host

#rubber tf #goo tf #rubber #goo #demon tf #transformation #demon #tf

[fredwkong]

Virgo Season: Harold

There was no way in hell that Harold was going to do his presentations on the lawn. This conference was supposed to be prestigious, and all that he had seen so far was every so-called “real man” in the Astra Hotel running in terror from a group of deviants.

Harold had been a police officer in Detroit for decades, and even retired he knew he cut an imposing figure. Where the inimitable Pastor Blanco had failed, Harold had succeeded, forcing the staff to clean up the conference hall in the early hours of the morning, after the nightly freak party ended. The day’s discussions and meetings had been held in their rightful place again, and now it was Harold’s turn.

If only he could get the damn projector working properly.

While Harold had been on the force, everything had been microfilm and slides, even into the 2000s. The Astra’s conference hall contained such newfangled gadgets as an “HDMI port,” an “audio jack,” and the horrifically misnamed “Smart Board” that Harold had no hope of interacting with. Harold had been expecting that some of the young professionals attending the conference would be able to help him with setting up.

Alas, all the young cowards seemed to have fled the conference over the last few weeks, and so Harold had spent 15 minutes struggling with the technology before he turned to Blanco, his face purple with rage. “Get… me… the concierge,” Harold gritted out.

Blanco seemed about to protest at being ordered around like one of his lackeys, but then clearly thought better of it. Without a word, he fled the hall.

The door closed with an echoing bang. Without meaning to, Harold jumped as if he had been touched by a small electric shock. The small audience—not more than twenty, and yet more than half the people still at the conference—all jumped too.

Harold turned back to the podium where the mess of wires surrounded his ancient brick of a laptop, only to see that one cable was neatly plugged into a port on his device. Behind him, the large screen flickered to life, displaying his desktop background.

“Ah, that’s fine then,” Harold said gruffly. “Let’s begin, we’re behind enough as it is.” He launched PowerPoint exactly as the man at the tech support desk had shown him once and began the slideshow.

The screen went black, then flashed bright before the first slide came up. Harold could have sworn it had shown a picture of a smooth-skinned man in a rubber bodysuit, lying at the foot of someone in high heels. But there was no such image on his device, so he must have imagined it.

“The police and their policies are an important part of America and make ordinary life possible,” Harold began, following the notes he had written in his notebook. He went through the first few slides, on the glorious history of the American police force and how essential they were to the protection of real Americans, like him and the other attendees.

As he did, Harold felt himself beginning to get warm in his suit. He wasn’t the type for nervous sweating, but he found himself tugging at his collar, feeling beads of sweat run down his grey, buzzed temples. After the third slide, he took a moment to take a drink of water, and saw several of the conference attendees doing the same, or fanning themselves with paper and notebooks. Maybe it had been a mistake to close the doors.

“Please pay close attention,” Harold said, clicking to the next slide.

The slide was meant to show an image of Harold during his glory days on the force. Instead, for an instant, Harold was sure the picture was of some deviant in a rubber bodysuit, long socks, aviators, and a leather cap. Like a horrible fetishistic parody of his younger self.

He blinked, horrified, and the picture he was was as it was supposed to be, a younger Harold in his perfect police uniform. Somehow, he had imagined such a horrific image. Harold coughed awkwardly. “In my time on the force, my district…” he continued, rattled.

The statistics and policy changes relevant to Harold’s presentation seemed to swim before his eyes. He was sweating like a pig in this suit. It felt like there was something under the cotton and silk, something pliant and sticky against his skin. The audience seemed to be moving uncomfortably. Some were tugging on their dress shirts, trying to force air into the humid interiors.

Harold continued reading his notes. “Police put great attention on stepping on—I mean, stamping out—less desirable elements in the city,” he said, stumbling over his words. “Employee satisfaction reached an all time high when police were given free rein to fu—no, that’s pluck—potential criminals from their hiding places preemptively.” Why had he written that word?

But the idea was somehow enticing. That would have changed things in Detroit, Harold thought, as he kept on reading and clicking through slides. Walking into a raid lubed up and hard in a rubber—rubber? Yes, rubber—jockstrap, fucking sense into those deviant criminals’ asses… He tried to resist getting hard in his dress pants.

When he clicked to the next slide, it showed an example of exactly the kind of criminal Harold was thinking of. Tight rubber pants, his chest bare, giving fuck-me eyes to the camera.

“The criminal element—” Harold’s voice was hoarse for some reason. He coughed and continued talking about the inherent criminality of non-white men in America.

The men in the audience were leaning forward in their seats as Harold went through the next few slides. He knew that look. The attractiveness of the hedonistic lifestyle of a deviant criminal was getting to them. It was getting to him, too. He could barely remember where his discussion was leading.

No one in the hall heard the main doors stick as someone attempted to open them from the outside, but found them held fast by some force other than the lock.

The atmosphere had become close and humid. Harold could see some of the men palming their bulging groins through their pants. He wanted a taste of that. Pictures of men in rubber continued to flash on the screen, even though Harold wasn’t clicking on it to continue. Harold couldn’t tell if they were criminals or civilians anymore. Maybe they were just ordinary people. The images came faster and faster until the screen was a blur of rubber men.

Suddenly, the onslaught stopped. A video started to play. Two men, of very different skin tones, furiously kissing. Harold heard moaning from the audience as they started to imitate what they were seeing on screen.

Harold felt overwhelmingly warm, and started to unbutton his shirt. Had his hands always been so tan? As he worked, he tried to continue speaking. “In-in short, the police force… Oh god, the police force should totally fuck more, can you imagine? In uniform?” The pitch of his voice rose as his grey hair darkened to black. Graceful hands stripped away his shirt to reveal a translucent rubber tank top underneath. “Can you imagine if they put on some rubber booty shorts instead of those boring pants?” he continued.

The audience started to strip each other, following Harold’s example. The squeak of rubber on rubber sang out in harmony with smooth moans and gasps. Skin darkened and youthened everywhere as everyone let go of everything that had been holding them back for decades all at once.

Harold clicked to the next slide, knowing what was coming now. A man in boots and a rubber shirt, sniffing a black sneaker. “You gotta show your partner you appreciate all that sweat he’s been building up under his rubber!” Harold told the audience, hearing the licks and snuffles begin as men enthusiastically dove into each others’ armpits, groins, and abandoned shoes.

Hadn’t Harold had a water bottle? No, just the spare sneaker his husband had sent with him to the Astra Hotel this year. Giving the audience a moment to put his command into action, Harold gave the shoe a sniff, feeling as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders as his body tightened up into a tan, muscular physique.

He wanted to stretch out his long tongue into the shoe’s interior, but Harold knew that would spoil the musk, plus he needed to keep focussed on his presentation. Instead, he imagined giving his husband’s feet a nice tongue bath once he got home, giving his cock a squeeze through his sweat-soaked pants. Still sniffing, he wriggled out of the pants, revealing his black rubber shorts, rivulets of sweat still running down his sturdy legs.

Harold clicked to the next slide, the final moment of his presentation. A guy in a full bodysuit, his rubber toes extended to the camera. “Remember, it’s all about playing with power,” Harold called out, feeling his mouth slip around the English consonants. His mixed heritage, raised in a house where he spoke Lebanese, left him with a faint accent that came out specifically when he was horny. “You do what another man says because you trust him, and it feels so fucking good, right?”

There was a roar of assent from the crowd, drunk on their own lust. “Good boys,” Harold said firmly, and drank in the responding chorus of submissive groans. Leaving the slide up, Harold stepped down from the presenter’s dais back into the seating. He pulled his long rubber gloves back on as he went. Best to be prepared in case someone wanted to feel his arm up inside them.

One couple, a Chinese man and his little Black boy, had actually started fucking, the Black guy’s rubber pantseat unzipped so his tight ass could take his dom’s cock. An older Arabic man had his hands tied behind his back as he sat on the floor in a circle of men, all taking turns using his mouth. As he walked past, Harold tugged on the long ponytail of a Brazilian in a rubber shirt, enjoying the man’s groan as he kept bouncing on what must be a plug on the inside of his pants. They were all gonna have a good time until the non-rubber guys joined them for the night’s party.

The conference hall door burst open, and Harold turned to see some old white man standing there, surrounded by terrified hotel staff. Harold raised himself to his full height and crossed his gloved arms, showing off the bulge in his rubber shorts and the muscles in his translucent shirt. This was his place, and he was gonna protect it.

The hotel staff fled, and the old prude wasn’t far behind. Harold rolled his eyes and turned back to his fun.

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If you feel inspired, write a story set at the Astra Hotel and post it @ me to join in. Help me celebrate my birthday by turning more conference attendees into geared up gay kinksters.

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[princess-viola]

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#transformation #tf #tf tg #inflatable #hatsune miku #transformation art #transformationart #rubber tf

[octuscle]

Everyone keeps talking about chronivac. So I thought I'd try it out and I did. I thought I could change into an alpha rubber master, but it didn't work. So much for pleasing every customer ...

Everyone keeps talking about chronivac. So I thought I'd give it a try, and I did. I thought I could switch to an alpha rubber master, but it didn't work. So much for pleasing every customer …

Maybe a little autogenic training or meditation will help. There really are customers who are very hard to stay calm and polite with. Oops! Did I say that out loud? I apologize for that.

Your transformation has been started properly. But it is still running… Your pristine white Egyptian cotton shirt has already disappeared into thin air. But your upper body is already decorated for your new role. Okay, the jeans don't fit yet, just like your hairstyle…

Your hair is getting shorter and shorter. You feel stitches on your skull… Yes, you are starting to look like the target you have configured. Not a bit of fabric left on your body. And the latex slowly but surely stretches over your body. Soon the muscle growth will start. And then come your piercings.

I'm sorry that the transformation is taking longer than you might have wished. But I'm sorry, has actually been configured by you so. In an hour everything should be through. I hope that Chronivac has pleased another customer.

Pics of your transformation found @fanofshoes44

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[rubbercasing]

i found this weird rubber mask ?? and now i really want ssome cat treats ????

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[hard-like-fella]

Your identity is forfeit. You will be reconstructed for service.

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