This story was written for Sigma117 as story #9 of my 2014 Iron Author challenge! It contains latex play/transformation and lots of latex-related sexiness. :3

[center][b][u]It Never Really Happens...[/u][/b][/center]

It was one of those things that Sigma never thought actually happened to people. That you fantasised about in a weird, sexy, consensual sort of way, but if it took place in reality you would almost certainly be far too terrified to enjoy upon any level.

The grey furred cheetah didn't know exactly when or how he had been kidnapped, or where he was; what strange sort of laboratory, either high tech governmental or perhaps even alien, but all he was certain of aside from that there was no escape from this smooth, cylindrical plastic walled room that he appeared to be sealed in, was that he was not alone.

On the floor about three feet away, in a bucket, was a puddle of latex. A quivering, bubbling, living puddle of latex.

Sigma knew it was living because he had seen it looking at him. He had seen it creep up to the edge of the bucket, peek out at him, and then dart back down again just as soon as it realised the cheetah was looking. 

Of course, he might just have been going insane, but if that was the case why did that thought even cross his mind, surely far too rational a supposition for a crazy person!

Closing his eyes, Sigma shook his head and tried to calm himself down. It wouldn't do him any good to get upset, he had already been through that in the initial realisation that he was a captive here, unable to find any means of escape or any identifying markings or features to suggest that perhaps he was somewhere medical and under quarantine, the only circumstance which seemed to the cheetah to be less terrifying, as it at least meant his captors were trying to help him... or at least help others by restraining him.

He sighed softly, gathering his nerves, and opened his eyes.

They widened sharply as he glanced towards the bucket.

Why was it empty?

It hadn't been empty just a few moments before.

Where had the latex gone, where had...

Sigma felt something cool, wet and rubbery slither over his right footpaw. 

By the time he yelped in frightened realisation, the latex was all over his foot; already slithering and flowing against gravity's pull up his ankle. With every inch of flesh and fur it covered, it was as if his limb fell asleep; tingling with pins and needles but otherwise totally unresponsive. He tried to run, but ended up simply hobbling away from where the puddle was spread out across the floor, strings of rubbery dark material stretching out between his foot and the main body of the... the creature, the life form, whatever it was.

It took just one wrong step, one hesitant, nervous stumble in the wrong direction, for the toes of the cheetah's other foot to make contact with the latex puddle. Mere moments later he fell to his knees, crying out in horror as now both his legs ceased responding to his bodies commands despite him still being able to feel his muscles contracting in intense bursts of utterly futile effort. Like a wave the warm liquid rubber poured up the length of his legs, reaching his knees in seconds now that they were also resting within the main puddle's area of influence and rapidly surging up Sigma's thighs. 

The latex reached his crotch, his bare, exposed but entirely un-aroused crotch, and seemed not only to pour over it, but [i]into[/i] it. Into his sheath, wrapping itself tightly around his balls below whilst behind the rubbery life-form snuck carefully between Sigma's cheeks, pressing inward at his asshole too. A frantic cry escaped the cheetah as he realised what was happening, but there was absolutely nothing he could do about, no matter how conscious he remained. He threw his hands down at his legs, slapping, clawing, tearing at the latex, but all that served to do was spread the living substance to his upper limbs as well. 

Sigma stared at his hands, crying out in fright and shock as they turned black before his very eyes. More than half of him was covered by now, and more worryingly, the portions of his frame that had been engulfed for the longest lengths of time were ceasing to tingle and burn as though fast asleep. Instead they felt... there was no real way to describe it, at least not a way that existed in Sigma's language. They felt stronger, more powerful. They felt [i]right[/i], as though their very nature before; comprised of flesh rather than living latex, had been an affront to all existence. 

By the time Sigma felt his crotch beginning to tingle and ache not with pins and needles, nor with the frightened humiliation of uncontrolled urination that he had quite honestly come close to expelling when first feeling this impossible, unknown living creature assaulting his body, the latex had entirely encased his chest as well as his legs, lower torso and arms. The tingling grew more and more intense, so much so that the cheetah found himself throwing his head back and howling in frustration, not sure honestly whether what he was feeling was infinitely intense pain, or pure undiluted pleasure. There was a supernova burning within his heart, flooding his arteries and veins with molten magma, melting his very innards within the latex shell now holding him tight in its grasp. It was covering practically all of him now, everything but the tips of his ears and the top of his long, fluffy tail. Sigma was still screaming, but silently so as latex gushed down his throat; filling his lungs, his stomach, every orifice he had to offer. It burned. It burned so hot that the cheetah was certain it would kill him, or at the very least scar him for life.

Then, almost as quickly as it had swept over him, the latex began to withdraw.

It remained upon the cheetah, or at least parts of Sigma's anatomy; the torso, the legs, the arms, but withdrew from Sigma's face and hands and feet, and perhaps most importantly of all, the feline's crotch.

Sigma stared at the reflection in the semi-mirrored, curved glass of the chamber in which she was sealed, unable to believe that after all that she was still alive, unscathed and unchanged. She reached for herself with trembling hands, and touched the latex form, moulded to her body like a corset, gently. She tested its strength, and its physical, molecular stability. It wasn't a liquid any more. It was a solid. It was... clothing. A black rubber corset, and it made the cheetah look stunning as she gazed at herself with a vague, placid smile.

The fear was gone. 

The hate for this creature that had taken her over, entirely driven out by the brief but single minded presence of the latex controlling every aspect of her body, mind and soul. 

She was still Sigma, still possessed the cheetah's memories and thoughts and feelings and wishes, but was so much more all at once. She was Sigma perfected. Sigma as Sigma's deepest fantasies sometimes dreamed herself to be. A dream which had been present in the cheetah's mind the day the then male cat had been captured and brought here, and which had been seized upon alongside one another key component.

The cheetah's eyes widened as she felt a jolt of pleasure surge through her, no physical reason for such stimulation, no contact by hands nor any other external source against her genitalia, but enough to drive her cross-eyed with a single moment of such intense bliss nonetheless.

"...!!"

Already breathless with ecstasy, the next shock of intense sexual sensation brought Sigma to her hands and knees, the until recently male cheetah not only unprepared for the sensation of female sexual stimulation, but unprepared for sexual experience in general after this rather un-sexy and terrifying past few hours. She knelt, trembling and gasping, as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, and another. She could feel herself becoming wet, and upon lowering her head, panting heavily, down between her arms and legs, Sigma whimpered in lustful glee as she watched her juices; pure black, liquid latex juices, dripping and drooling from her brand new pussy.

It was still inside her. Still controlling her. The latex was doing this from within, granting her pleasure the likes of which she had never known. 

"[i]Ahhhh![/i]"

She screamed, her head spinning as that thought, that moment of clarity and realisation, permitted her mind to explore other questions which until now hadn't even crossed her still latex-bound and at least partially controlled mind. She recognised now that just minutes beforehand she had been a [i]he[/i], but before Sigma could freak out about this rather dramatic change of physical form, another internalised explosion of sensation seemingly focused directly upon her g-spot left the cheetah's head, not to mention her body, reeling. 

What was the purpose of the latex transforming her into a woman? What was the purpose in it bringing her such intense pleasure now that it had done so? Sigma had absolutely no idea, and the latex itself seemed entirely unlikely to explain itself to her, given that it held all the chips in terms of control and thus bargaining power. 

All that the cheetah could do was kneel there on all fours as pleasure tore through her body, causing her to scream over and over as that almost constant, intense stimulation sent orgasm after orgasm rattling through her shuddering, shrieking form. All she could do was cum, get [i]ready[/i] to cum, and once every so often, if her body was satiated enough to grant even a few moments respite, to wonder if this was all some sort of hallucination or dream.

After all... this kind of thing never really happened to anyone.

Kidnappings, maybe.

Lab experiments, very rarely, but possible.

But this? [i]This[/i]?

No. It didn't happen, and it hadn't happened to her. Not really.

No way.

No chance.

Sigma threw her head back, and wailed in ecstasy as she came yet again, harder and far louder than before. 

"[i]Yes, [b]yes[/b][/i]!"



By Jeeves
~ 1,694 words