Latex Rain
A TFTG story written in collaboration with the artist All Bad Badgers
UNEDITED
CW: Unwilling Permanent Change - Mental Changes - Cheating - Apocalypse
It all started a few days ago when weather reports began to come in from all over the world about the appearance of strange black clouds that moved about in ways that defied explanation. They blew against the wind at times and hung low in the sky, appearing almost like bulbous, silent helicopters.
By the time someone tried to fly up and get readings on one of the clouds and subsequently was sucked into it, disappearing and never reemerging, it was already too late. The clouds had formed into great storm fronts and bared down on major population centers like a flying title wave. Whatever threat they posed, the world would have to discover the hard way...
-
You hurry down the street head lowered and heart racing, your almost out of time! Above you the dark storm clouds hang heavy and threatening, their mass blocking out the sun and plunging the world into a strange early twilight. It creates a fittingly dire mood for your desperate plight. You feel a sudden buzz in your pocket and pull out your phone, your heart leaping into your mouth as you see the calling ID. It's already too late! The end is near...
"Hi honey!" You say in your best, 'everything's fine' voice. "Just about at the restaurant now!"
Your girlfriend's voice is as cold and brittle as ice as she hisses back, "Your thirty minutes late already!"
"Am I?" You ask, pretending like you hadn't already known. "I'm so sorry hun, I was in a meeting and-"
"I called your work." She cuts you off. "They said you where home sick."
You feel your blood running cold, but try and stay casual. "Oh well I went back and-"
"I also called Amy's house and she had her landline unplugged." You can feel the rage in your girlfriend's voice like a physical force. "She only ever unplugs her landline when she's with a guy. So I checked on phone finder to see where your cell was and do you know where I found it?"
"Would it help if I said I lost it at her place the other day and just went back to find it?" You ask, brace yourself for a scream which does not come.
"Good bye." Your girlfriend's voice is emotionless as she speaks slowly and clearly. "I am going to finish my dinner and then I am going out for the night. When I get back tomorrow, I want your shit out of my apartment." She hangs up before you can say anything else.
You curse and shove your phone back into your pocket, shit how had she figured you out? You thought you were being so careful and to your credit, it had been working for the last couple months, but in the end it all fell apart. Now your going to have to move AND try and shift things with Amy from a casual bang buddies set up to something more permanent, at least if your going to leverage that relationship into something where you can get in on her condo.
You look up into the darkening sky and glare up to the heavens. Your not a bad guy, you don't deserve this sort of treatment! Why do bad things always happen to good people? And if your not a good person, if your not the victim in all of this, then let god strike you down where you stand!
Just as this thought enters your head a single black raindrop falls to earth and strikes you upon your arm with a wet splat, leaving behind a small globule of shining black latex. You stare it in confusion and carefully scrap a bit off with one finger to look at it more closely.
"That's not rain." You rub it between your fingers, feeling its slick and sticky material. "It feels like... Rubber or latex? Who the fuck dropped latex out of their window?" You look up to see if you can't spy the culprit only to see more black droplets falling from the ominous storm clouds.
You raise a hand above you to keep yourself dry as you take off at a jog back the way you had come. Whatever messed up weather is going on, your not getting your fur all matted and covered in gunk when your going to end up technically homeless in less than twenty four hours!
Around you other people seem to be getting the same idea, ducking into buildings or dashing for the safety of home or cars as the black drizzle becomes a shower. All about pools of glistening black latex begin to form, slowing your run as they cling to your feet just as the drops hitting your raised arm stick to your fur. The stuff is impossible to get free from once it sets and that takes only a few seconds so each splash and droplet makes your flight all the more difficult. Eventually you feel as if your trying to crawl through a vat of molasses and you slow to a stop, panting at the strain the strange goo is having on your body.
You reach with the hand not currently shielding your face to brush the sweat from your brow when you feel something catch your hand with an unexpected weight. You freeze and look down, gasping at the sight of a pair of massive black latex breast stuck tightly to your chest by a coating of the same goo that had been slowing you down! More alarming still, though they must have just been formed by the goo sticking to your body, the feel of your hand against them is both very real and VERY pleasurable!
You blush and feel up your new tits, wondering just what kind of wild dream you must be stuck in to be experiencing something this insane! It can't be real, even if it feels that way, it’s just straight up impossible, right?
You squeeze your breasts again and can't help, but let out a faint giggle at how sensitive they are. And after all, if it is a dream your stuck in... Would there be any real danger in indulging in it?
As the latex rain comes down even harder, coating you in a layer of black goo, you allow your increasingly foggy mind to lose itself fully in the pleasures of your new rubbery flesh, pitching and foundling yourself all over as you are converted from a normal healthy man into a latex dog girl. By the time your manhood vanishes beneath the goo, there is hardly anything left in your mind, but a basic, borderline feral need to spread and to be pleasured. Some faint trace of your old self reminds you that it’s likely something your girlfriend would have said hadn't really changed you at all then, but rather then shame you, it just reminds you... Your girlfriend was waiting for you in restaurant... So she likely was not infected...
That means you can be the one to turn her!
You grin and pull yourself out of the goo puddle you had been laying in, taking off back into the city alongside an ever growing army of fellow latex girls.
This time, your not going to be late...
-
By the time the governments of the world were able to get out a warning to stay out of the latex rain, it was already far too late. Enough unfortunates had been affected already that even those who missed being turned by the actual storms were soon transformed by the growing legions of those who had.
The urban sprawls where the first places too fall under the wave of black latex, but they would not be the last. As soon as the eternally horny hoard ran out of fresh lovers in the cities they spread out in all directions, turning suburbs and rural areas alike into their new hunting grounds.
It was unclear if the rain clouds would clear away, giving a chance to those few remaining uninfected or if the last vestiges of the old world would be stuck waiting inside for the inevitable, but one thing was at least for sure. This was most certainly...
THE END
By the time someone tried to fly up and get readings on one of the clouds and subsequently was sucked into it, disappearing and never reemerging, it was already too late. The clouds had formed into great storm fronts and bared down on major population centers like a flying title wave. Whatever threat they posed, the world would have to discover the hard way...
-
You hurry down the street head lowered and heart racing, your almost out of time! Above you the dark storm clouds hang heavy and threatening, their mass blocking out the sun and plunging the world into a strange early twilight. It creates a fittingly dire mood for your desperate plight. You feel a sudden buzz in your pocket and pull out your phone, your heart leaping into your mouth as you see the calling ID. It's already too late! The end is near...
"Hi honey!" You say in your best, 'everything's fine' voice. "Just about at the restaurant now!"
Your girlfriend's voice is as cold and brittle as ice as she hisses back, "Your thirty minutes late already!"
"Am I?" You ask, pretending like you hadn't already known. "I'm so sorry hun, I was in a meeting and-"
"I called your work." She cuts you off. "They said you where home sick."
You feel your blood running cold, but try and stay casual. "Oh well I went back and-"
"I also called Amy's house and she had her landline unplugged." You can feel the rage in your girlfriend's voice like a physical force. "She only ever unplugs her landline when she's with a guy. So I checked on phone finder to see where your cell was and do you know where I found it?"
"Would it help if I said I lost it at her place the other day and just went back to find it?" You ask, brace yourself for a scream which does not come.
"Good bye." Your girlfriend's voice is emotionless as she speaks slowly and clearly. "I am going to finish my dinner and then I am going out for the night. When I get back tomorrow, I want your shit out of my apartment." She hangs up before you can say anything else.
You curse and shove your phone back into your pocket, shit how had she figured you out? You thought you were being so careful and to your credit, it had been working for the last couple months, but in the end it all fell apart. Now your going to have to move AND try and shift things with Amy from a casual bang buddies set up to something more permanent, at least if your going to leverage that relationship into something where you can get in on her condo.
You look up into the darkening sky and glare up to the heavens. Your not a bad guy, you don't deserve this sort of treatment! Why do bad things always happen to good people? And if your not a good person, if your not the victim in all of this, then let god strike you down where you stand!
Just as this thought enters your head a single black raindrop falls to earth and strikes you upon your arm with a wet splat, leaving behind a small globule of shining black latex. You stare it in confusion and carefully scrap a bit off with one finger to look at it more closely.
"That's not rain." You rub it between your fingers, feeling its slick and sticky material. "It feels like... Rubber or latex? Who the fuck dropped latex out of their window?" You look up to see if you can't spy the culprit only to see more black droplets falling from the ominous storm clouds.
You raise a hand above you to keep yourself dry as you take off at a jog back the way you had come. Whatever messed up weather is going on, your not getting your fur all matted and covered in gunk when your going to end up technically homeless in less than twenty four hours!
Around you other people seem to be getting the same idea, ducking into buildings or dashing for the safety of home or cars as the black drizzle becomes a shower. All about pools of glistening black latex begin to form, slowing your run as they cling to your feet just as the drops hitting your raised arm stick to your fur. The stuff is impossible to get free from once it sets and that takes only a few seconds so each splash and droplet makes your flight all the more difficult. Eventually you feel as if your trying to crawl through a vat of molasses and you slow to a stop, panting at the strain the strange goo is having on your body.
You reach with the hand not currently shielding your face to brush the sweat from your brow when you feel something catch your hand with an unexpected weight. You freeze and look down, gasping at the sight of a pair of massive black latex breast stuck tightly to your chest by a coating of the same goo that had been slowing you down! More alarming still, though they must have just been formed by the goo sticking to your body, the feel of your hand against them is both very real and VERY pleasurable!
You blush and feel up your new tits, wondering just what kind of wild dream you must be stuck in to be experiencing something this insane! It can't be real, even if it feels that way, it’s just straight up impossible, right?
You squeeze your breasts again and can't help, but let out a faint giggle at how sensitive they are. And after all, if it is a dream your stuck in... Would there be any real danger in indulging in it?
As the latex rain comes down even harder, coating you in a layer of black goo, you allow your increasingly foggy mind to lose itself fully in the pleasures of your new rubbery flesh, pitching and foundling yourself all over as you are converted from a normal healthy man into a latex dog girl. By the time your manhood vanishes beneath the goo, there is hardly anything left in your mind, but a basic, borderline feral need to spread and to be pleasured. Some faint trace of your old self reminds you that it’s likely something your girlfriend would have said hadn't really changed you at all then, but rather then shame you, it just reminds you... Your girlfriend was waiting for you in restaurant... So she likely was not infected...
That means you can be the one to turn her!
You grin and pull yourself out of the goo puddle you had been laying in, taking off back into the city alongside an ever growing army of fellow latex girls.
This time, your not going to be late...
-
By the time the governments of the world were able to get out a warning to stay out of the latex rain, it was already far too late. Enough unfortunates had been affected already that even those who missed being turned by the actual storms were soon transformed by the growing legions of those who had.
The urban sprawls where the first places too fall under the wave of black latex, but they would not be the last. As soon as the eternally horny hoard ran out of fresh lovers in the cities they spread out in all directions, turning suburbs and rural areas alike into their new hunting grounds.
It was unclear if the rain clouds would clear away, giving a chance to those few remaining uninfected or if the last vestiges of the old world would be stuck waiting inside for the inevitable, but one thing was at least for sure. This was most certainly...
THE END
No comments:
Post a Comment