I heard the doorbell ring and got up quickly, pausing Netflicks and letting my chair spin around behind me in my absence. Amazone had mailed me the complete series of comic books I had ordered with free two-day shipping for upgrading to primed.
The delivery man was gone by the time I swung my door open, seeing the package on the ground. I picked it up and closed the door, locking the deadbolt. With any luck I wouldn’t be disturbed again and could enjoy the My Little Pony comic series.
I slid the package across my desk while I fished around in the drawer for some scissors. The metal blade made short work of the packing tape on the top of the box. I flipped the cardboard flaps open and sent a few packing peanuts bouncing across the desk.
More of the peanuts shot out as I reached straight into the box to fish out the comic books. Instead of the cold cover and ruffle of pages as my fingers ran across them, I felt a warm liquid. I whipped my hand out of the box in shock, thinking first what foul substance this must be that seeped into the box, and second that I hoped the comic books weren’t harmed.
My fingers and half of my hand were coated in the grey liquid. The only bright side was it didn’t look particularly filthy: it wasn’t a decayed mouse or dog feces. The grey liquid seemed to shimmer and shine slightly in the light. Getting past my shock at the strange nature of the fluid, I wiped my hand against the cardboard box to get it off. Instead of the fluid being absorbed or wiped off, my hand just slid across the cardboard as if it had barely any friction.
I pulled my hand back and flexed my fingers, watching the liquid stretch in strands between them. It wasn’t very amusing at this point so I batted more of the packing peanuts aside to look for the source of the spill. There didn’t seem to be anything else in the box. The cardboard wasn’t stained, the peanuts were dry, and there was a small packing slip that said PonEx on it. I could have sworn it was mailed FebEx.
At this point I could feel warm liquid dripping down my hand onto my wrist. I looked down in confusion as my wrist was higher than my hand, and if anything the liquid should be dripping off my fingertips, not climbing upwards. With no clue in the box and no response to trying to wipe the liquid off, I cupped my left hand around my right wrist and tried to ring all the grey fluid off.
The fluid began to bunch up as I slid my fingers and thumb over my right hand. It hardened up, almost like silly putty, before instantly turning back to a liquid. I felt the fingers of my left hand splash into the substance, and pulled them back. A long strand stretched from my left hand, now coated up to the wrist, across to my right hand. The oily substance seemed to slither up my arm, having just reached my right elbow.
At this point I was more worried than disgusted. It would seem I’d been shipped a box of some sort of glue, and at this point my attempts to pull it off my arms had failed. I shook both arms hard and tried to fling the gunk off by sheer force. It still hadn’t worked, so I looked around for something to cut it off.
I noticed the scissors from earlier and picked them up and looked at my upper left arm for a place to slip them between my skin and the grey liquid. It was then that I noticed the rubbery substance attaching to my T-shirt. It seemed to be melting into the shirt and when I prodded with my scissors, the shirt came free but missing every part that had been in contact with the fluid. It had dissolved my clothing as if it were acid, but hadn’t harmed me.
The scissors landed on the carpet as I took a step back in shock. I ran my hand up and down my arm, flexing my fingers. I could see the muscles and tendons beneath my skin as I moved my hand around. The substance had a rubbery shine and even felt like rubber. Beneath the spreading tide was my flesh and bone, but it also seemed to harden and get more resilient as it sealed around my forearms. Only the leading edge was liquid, and it sent a shiver through me as the liquid pooled in my armpits, dissolving all the hair.
At this point I was too afraid to touch any other part of my body. The liquid didn’t need my help to spread any faster, and my mind was still racing a thousand miles a minute looking for a solution to get the living rubber off my body. Of the many ideas in my mind, pulling and pinching at the rubber seemed to be my go-to solution. Even though it hadn’t worked so far, my hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they rubbed each inch of the rubber, gently testing the transformation for a weak point.
There was no weakness to help me peel it off, and the sensation of being touched was exceedingly pleasurable. Each stroke of my finger caused a gentle warmth to spread like electricity across my skin. The warmth faded nearly instantly to a coolness like gentle rain, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. Once that passed, I was left only with the urge to be touched again, touched more. I wasn’t sure if it was me or this living rubber that was making it feel so good. My rational mind was still searching for an answer while my more basic instincts drove me to continue groping my own arms.
That is when I felt the pressure on my chest as my ribs seemed to shift and expand, as if I were taking a deep breath. I looked down and saw the rubber had spread below my lowest ribs. At the sight of the edge of the rubber slowly rolling down my belly I got the bright idea to try and pull the edge of the rubber. I felt stupid for a moment and quickly pinched it, trying to pull the latex substance off. It proved useless, as the rubber seemed almost inseperably from my skin: glued on yet constantly in motion.
I sighed and looked back at my breasts, realizing they were much more fitting that name now that they’d swollen up to twice their normal size. At this point I could pass for a flat chested female, and I cupped a breast and squeezed, trying to pull it away from my body. Instead, the latex held fast and my entire body went rigid as the sensation of my breast being squeezed fired off every pleasurable nerve I had, and a few I didn’t realize I had.
In order to remain standing I had to stop touching my breasts, it was too much to take in at once. I idly stroked my fingers in small circles on my belly. The next bright idea from my mind was to run outside and find help. I could find a neighbor and tell them to call 911, try to explain to a passing jogger or a motorist what was happening.
Better yet, I reached for my own phone to dial 911 myself. The phone slipped straight through my fingers, landing on the floor next to the scissors. Despite my best efforts to pick it back up, the rubber was almost frictionless when it wanted to be. The touch screen also wasn’t responding to my touch. Realizing embarrassment was better than whatever was happening to me I headed for my front door and tried to open it. Once again I was met by my inability to use my hands for the most basic tasks.
I slammed my fists on the door and rested my head there. It wasn’t five seconds later that I felt my finger slip into my belly button, and another slip over my crotch, smoothing out the rubber there. As I stroked myself I felt my member getting hard, growing out against the latex as my body’s instinct at having rubber encasing it was arousal.
It wasn’t the time or the place but I didn’t know what else to do. I stood up and moved my hands to my breasts, squealing softly in surprise. They were now huge, I was no expert on the size chart but I’d say at least a D-cup. I could barely fit them in my hands.
Worse, I saw the rubber was down to my knees, which were trembling from the effort it took to remain standing as I kneaded my breasts. My tailbone began to ache as I felt pressure pushing out from it. Looking behind me revealed a stubby black tail, and the pain gave me a moment of clarity. This magic was doing more than just changing me, it was making it harder to focus. It was making each touch against the latex skin more and more inviting.
At this point I felt the latex sliding up my jaw towards my mouth. I grabbed at it with my fingers, hoping it would stop before reaching my mouth and nose. The latex just slid under my fingers, crawling up my lower lip. I opened my mouth wide, shouting out for help. It couldn’t suffocate me, I refused to die like that.
The latex curved above my upper lip, and slowly a membrane formed over my mouth. It blocked my pleas for help and slowly pulled my jaw shut. When my lungs began to ache I realized it had covered my nose as well. I clawed at my face desperately so that I could breathe.
The rubber oozed into my ears and plugged them, blocking out sound. Small holes must have formed in the latex since I was able to breathe again. As I pawed at my face I noticed my fingers were shorter, perhaps only an inch long each now. The latex hadn’t just been covering them, it had absorbed each finger as a flattened hoof formed.
“You’re a latex Octavia toy…”
I shook my head, then looked around for the source of that voice. Someone had spoken, yet I appeared to be alone. Throughout my foot I felt a sudden burning pain as the latex covered them and began to reshape them. Soon my whole body was aching, causing me to let out a muffled scream.
Inch by inch it rippled over my body, changing the parts it hadn’t reached yet. From the grey rubber came a pink bow, oozing out and tightening around my neck. It was snug and soon covered partially by my long black hair.
“You need to be played with…”
I looked down at my breasts and hooves in disbelief when I felt the wind get knocked out of me. I fell to my knees as pressure continued to build in my groin, my dick and balls being roughly pushed inward and reshaped by the latex. The excess tissue was absorbed by the rubber and I felt a burning sensation as a new entrance was formed. A smooth pair of lips running up between my legs was all that I could see in place of my former manhood.
“You’re only happy when being used…”
I could almost feel the voice in my head, as if it were burrowing further and further inside. It made sense, partly, as I did look like a toy now. I knew I wasn’t a toy, I was something else moments ago, but I couldn’t recall what.
I got back to my feet and heard a door open behind me. When I turned, I saw a humanoid version of Octavia step through the front door and close it, her horn glowing as her magic locked the door it had so easily unlocked.
“Well, I see the spell worked perfectly.”
“Mmmph!?” I continued to shout out a string of profanities which were silenced by the rubber flowing down my throat. My body was beginning to feel lighter, and I hadn’t even noticed I was no longer breathing. Inch by inch the tissue was being replaced with living latex.
“You are a latex Octavia toy.”
I nodded my head, acknowledging the voice’s point. Instead of remembering I was human, my main concern was figuring out how I had gotten so far from home. I was clearly not meant to be here, and Octavia must have come to get me.
“You need to be played with.”
Vinyl stepped forward and spun me around, her only clothing a black pair of latex underwear with a small bulge. She pulled me back against her breasts as she fondled mine, and I let out muffled noises of pleasure. The fingers kneaded the soft rubber and soon she was the only thing holding me up. I was jealous of her fingers, but knew I was a toy and that toys didn’t have fingers. The sensations washed over my memories and thoughts, easing the voice into a position of more power.
“I’m a latex Octavia sex toy…”
“You like that?” Vinyl asked.
I nodded again, feeling warmth in my groin as liquid latex began to drip down my thighs. My flesh was a thing of the past, already forgotten, as my purely latex body was animated by the spell.
“I need to be played with.”
Vinyl continued to tease me, and I found my voice absent to beg her to use me. The latex could squeak and moan in a foreign voice, made from rubber vocal chords. I couldn’t speak, but she must have understood the lustful sound of my desires.
“Please play with me.”
As soon as she let me go I kneeled and took my rightful place in front of her. She lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. Instead of seeing a spark of humanity, she saw only my glossy purple irises. I was every bit the toy I was meant to be, perfect to the last detail.
“Better test you out.”
Vinyl’s horn lit up and her underwear was pulled off in one quick motion. I looked down and instead of revulsion, felt pride and excitement swell up inside me. With one rubbery hoof I rubbed her inner thigh as a limp cock began to protrude from its sheath. Inch by inch the long member unfurled from the fleshy tube until a foot of glorious meat was curved out in front of me.
I leaned forward to lick it, but found I had no tongue.
“I’m just a toy, I need to be played with.”
Opening my mouth caused an odd sensation as I had nothing in there anymore but a hollow tube running down to a hollow stomach. With both hooves I guided her cock into my mouth, finding that I was perfectly lubricated. Vinyl stroked her shaft a few times as she continued to get harder.
Vinyl wrapped her fingers around a clump of my hair and tightened, then pulled me forward. I slid down past the medial ring and my muzzle hit her stomach. Although my mouth tube had been lubed, I had felt every millimeter of cock as it slid in. The friction of the head and medial ring as they stretched the rubber caused my legs to tremble. The veins slowly pumping blood caused small ripples in my throat. Each subtle twitch of the dick was mirrored by my tail.
I would have stayed there all day if I could, my mouth married to the base of her shaft. Vinyl had other ideas, pulling my head back roughly and slamming me back down to the base. My latex body stretched against the dick and no matter what angle Vinyl slammed her cock into me at, it always slid right down the tube towards my belly.
“I need to be used, it’s my only purpose.”
Vinyl pulled me off and tossed me backwards, my rubbery body now much lighter than I realized. I laid on the floor in a state of pure arousal, feeling as if my legs were spread alongside a campfire which was burning my newly-formed marehood. Instead of pain, it was a teasing pleasure as I knew what I wanted, what I needed, but could only wink and wait anxiously to receive it.
Vinyl just stood there and I became frustrated.
“I’m your toy, you have to fuck me!”
My hooves wandered down to my pussy and began to stroke it. To my surprise, I couldn’t feel a thing. Sure, there was the growing damp spot on the carpet where liquid latex was pooling, a literal sign of my arousal. My clit peeked out momentarily as I winked and deep down I hungered for Vinyl’s cock more than anything in my life. However, when my hooves touched my pussy I felt nothing. I couldn’t get myself off or pleasure myself, I was helpless to do anything but wait for the inner walls of my flower to be speared by that thick shaft.
“Toys are only pleased by others, not themselves.”
My hooves stopped and I waited motionless. Vinyl smiled, recognizing the spell’s effects had nearly run their course and I was completely subservient. She laid down on top of me and slipped her dick inside me as easily as one would slice butter. The cavity stretched perfectly to accommodate her, and my world exploded.
Just having her dick inside me sent sensations through my body to rival any orgasm I’d ever known. My arms and legs felt as if they had literally melted and oozed into the carpet. A phantom heart seemed to beat in my chest and for a moment I almost felt alive, and not just a toy. Being touched was the best thing I had ever felt, and being used beat that ten-fold as every molecule of rubber in my body seemed to reward me with an endless amount of pleasurable sensations.
“I’m a toy. A good toy.”
I had lost track of time, but Vinyl had gotten off of me at some point. Looking down showed a puddle of her semen mixed amongst the liquid latex my body seemed to produce in vast amounts as lubricant. I reached a hoof down, and to my amazement the liquid and cum were absorbed. I felt fullness as if I’d eaten a thanksgiving meal, and a warm glow of energy renewed me. Part of me knew I had just had my first of many meals to sustain my new form.
“I’m a toy.”
Vinyl pointed to the box I had opened earlier. “Time to go back to the store, a complete conversion like you will net me a fortune.”
I nodded, staring blankly at the box as I crawled over to it. Vinyl’s magic suddenly surrounded me, contorting my purely-rubber form until all my limbs were inside the box. I wasn’t much more than a cube of rubber toy in the box at this point. Vaguely I heard packing tape zipping around the box, sealing me in for the journey home.
Smiling, I reflected on what a good toy I was. The walls of the box comforted me as I closed my eyes and entered a state similar to sleep, waiting to be used again.
“If I’m a very good toy, maybe Vinyl will keep me for herself.”
