By the third day, the floating enigma was a common sight around the town. However, to the chagrin of most of its residents, there was hardly a thing to be done about it. As soon as it swept into the area under the blanket of darkness it wasted no time in its efforts to change things to suit its own purpose. By the time the sun rose, barely several hours after it hovered its way in, the ebony sphere had already converted most of the town into living toys.

Its most monumental achievement, however, was not found in converting almost a thousand people into raging latex fiends, hormones raging to the point where they would convert everyone else around them by contact with their newly exaggerated forms. The latex orb had its most prosperous moment as it came upon a sole raccoon named Kiba in the middle of the road, just a turn of a key away from reaching his car and, hopefully, driving to safety.

It's always a shame when you fumble and get the wrong key in hand. 

Just as Kiba was remedying the situation, the raccoon felt himself being pulled away from the door with a quick jolt. His grey-furred self lay on the grass as he looked into the sky, hoping that he wasn't being towered over by any of the now-cartoonish looking toys he had been avoiding for the better part of an hour. His relief was soon abated as the free air above him was suddenly obscured by the orb, hovering and dripping silently all around his body.

He had only one plan that came to mind. The orb seemed small enough, and with his weight even if it got in the way he was sure to knock it aside. Move fast, throw open the car door, and floor it down the street to safety. One good jolt off the ground and everything should be fine!

Sadly, the raccoon had not been reading up on what little information his neighbors and friends had before they were converted. 

Despite the hovering glob of latex only appeared to be the size of a softball while hovering over Kiba, it was only too content to expand suddenly as he sprung to his feet and dashed towards his car. The orb swooped down like a bird of pray, expanding as it hurled itself until it was voluminous enough to gulp up the vehicle itself.

By the time it positioned itself in front of Kiba, his arm outstretched and ready to zoom away towards freedom, there was no amount of slowing down or changing direction that could have helped him. The latex met his arm with pleasure, encompassing his hand with what he could have sworn was a healthy burst of heat akin to a handshake, as the rest of the inky fluid drew the rest of him in with ease. All the poor raccoon could do was close his eyes and hope for the best, knowing from the dozens of oversexed toys around him from earlier that copulation would be his only reason for being any second now.

Oddly enough, as quickly as the fluid embraced every fur on his entire body, Kiba could have sworn that not much else had changed for quite some time. The world around him seemed to be moving, as if he was traveling along without any movement on his part, but at least he could still think for himself. So long as his mind wasn't raging about endless orgies he assumed he was at least as safe as he could be, although the infinite darkness was a bit troubling. Yet, his mind was intact, and he was still able to draw breath through his nose, so at least it wasn't the end of the world. Any attempt to open his muzzle, though, was met with almost a fierce rebuke, as if being gripped shut by every muscle in his face at the same time.

"Let me be perfectly blunt; you do not want to try that again." A voice thundered out, enveloping the entirety of Kiba's body as it almost made him shudder in place. Almost on impulse, Kiba tried to stammer out a "Huh? What?" like anyone else would do in that sort of situation. 

At least the voice tried to warn him.

Amidst all of the pitch black that surrounded him, Kiba could finally feel a little bit of motion around his hips. Before he felt comfortable, unable to move but at least the world currently around him kept him upright without a problem. but now he could feel a little bit of space freeing up, but oddly enough it felt as if it was around his crotch. Before he could consider the ramifications, he felt a sudden jarring heat blast him right along his genitals. The lava-like blast would have been enough to make him crumple into a fetal position if he could, but the split-second of utter torture slipped away from the outside of his body. Kiba gasped internally as he could have sworn all of that searing flame felt absorbed into him as he soon sported what he could only describe as the best erection he ever felt. If he could even gaze upon it, he would have noticed it was at least three inches longer than usual, and definitely an inch wider. 

The latex around his shaft started to undulate, clasping onto that raging equine cock that the raccoon sported with such pride. As it stroked along its pearlescent length, the latex started to drip along and within, using that extra space to toy with its poor captive. As thanks for Kiba's disobedience, the fluids marred the brilliant sheen of his dick even amidst the darkness right before causing it to expand with every pulsation he felt. Each twitch of his shaft lead to another inch spilling out of the raccoon's sheath, until there was an extra three feet of erection that simply wasn't there before. All of that extra work helped stretch him out as well, until the width of his shaft was that of both of his arms pressed together, hopelessly dripping a mixture of latex and precum as that extra pocket of space slowly clasped around Kiba's transformed self.

The sudden clamping was enough to make him cry out in utter shock, but by now he knew better. However, even holding off his overwhelming desire to squeal at the top of his lungs was not enough, since that fiery sirocco of heat then assaulted his sack. Unlike with the rest of the crotch, the onyx latex gave Kiba's spheres no room at all as the liquid gripped along their entire circumference like a vice. After a few moments, though, Kiba became aware that his legs were starting to spread out a little bit on their own. His stance widened, his legs being guided apart as he could feel his own cum balloons swell outward with such fervor the front of his sack now reached almost near the tip of his sheath. The back end of his sack fared no better, bulging so far back that, if the raccoon were able to lean back, he could practically his them as a proper seat.

It wasn't so much that the massive amounts of dripping  rubber that encompassed him was so much as clamping his nethers, but rather doing their best to let them expand. Kiba, finally realizing this, tried to breathe in heavily to get his mind off of his rising libido. The grotesque enhancements made to his genitals was one thing, but maybe he could at least fight off the surging hormones.

As if acting with a mind of its own, the latex that was barely covering the outer tip of Kiba's flared equine shaft started to ripple, teasing the concave surface of his cock. With every passing miniature wave of motion it started to seep down his slit, journeying down his urethra until it oozed its way into the creamy supply already within. As the first few drops, with their tar-like consistency, dripped their way in, the rest of his libido went into hyperdrive. The absolute darkness around the raccoon seemed to dull for a moment, the rest of his senses giving way to allow for his body to churn his sack like a revving motor. The seed within started to burst forth into fruition, mixing with the rubber gifted deep within until every inch of free space within both of his medicine ball-sized nuts.

A brilliant flash of light suddenly blinded Kiba, giving him a split-second to forget how badly the rest of his body wanted to release everything accumulating within. Still, the rest of his body didn't forget about the pressure still building, his caber-like dick dripping what felt like precum so profusely it seeped beyond the latex around him and dripped off to parts unknown. His eyes started adjusting to the brightness around him, the world slowly coming into view as he felt a massive jolt simultaneously slam into both his tailhole and his perineum.

Kiba's eyes just barely caught the outside world around him as his orgasm gushed its way towards the outside world. He finally could glance upon his monstrous cock, large enough to put a full horse itself to shame, and balls that would make a tanuki utterly envious. The release itself was as if he had cum for the very first time in his life; with a sudden jolt all of the pressure surged from teh very top of his balls, rumbling as the creamrocked around and twisted throughout his urethra until it surged into the bright light of day. It was as if a clamp that held him back was finally snapped free, as if hours of unrelenting torture melted away into pure, unadulterated ecstasy. His first spurt of jizz arced a good five feet in the air before it started to descend, and it was to Kiba's amazement that it soon dropped well out of sight. It took a full nine seconds to hear the final expected splatter along the ground below, and in the meantime all he could do was fire off more copious rounds into the azure sky.

The floating latex orb affixed all around the poor deformed raccoon, however, tilted slowly downwards until Kiba could at least see the full effect of his unrelenting initial spurtfest.

The ground below, a good 75 feet down, seemed familiar enough, save for the immense streaks of alabaster-tinged tar all along the road and lawns. As he glanced around at the absolute mess, he caught sight of one of his neighbors struggling within the massive pools of his essence. It was a neighbor of his on his block, a fennec fox with golden fur as glittery as can be, marred with his jism. Half of his body was caught within his musky release, and as the the rest of it clung to his fur he finally pulled his legs free of the goop and towards freedom. Kiba didn't know which was worse; the fact that his acquaintance now sported four baseball-bat sized cocks along with legs and feet that were almost cartoonish in shape, completely rubberized and inflated to three times their previous size, or the fact that the fox moaned in bliss and started playing with each of his new additions. 

At least the choice between the two was easy: a third option quickly came to the fore when his final spurt came right as the orb swung around, purposefully using Kiba's own orgasm as if it were nothing more than a cannon, completely nailing the fox's torso and enveloping the rest of him. His eyes could barely grasp what he was seeing; his unbridled enthusiasm about his orgasm quickly faded away, crumpled into a ball of disgust towards himself and whatever the orb did to him. Maybe the hyper enhancements weren't the worst things in the world to start, but...was he to be no better than the very thing he was trying to flee?

"I guess you will do as my tool, raccoon." The voice still swelled around Kiba's head, even as it was now freed from the rest of the obsidian rubber that encased his form. "Whether or not you liked the view," the masculine tone continued, "you will be helping me with my conquest for a long time."

"W-we'll see about that!" Kiba tried with all of his might to trust himself forward in any way possible. He could feel all of that new heft near the center of his body, and even if he couldn't have complete control over it, he at least hoped he could use some momentum to pull himself free. For a second, the rest of the rubber felt as it was giving way. It went from completely solid to fluid for just a moment, and he could feel his entire self hurtling forward, one foot after another, as he could feel the pull of gravity once more starting to lead him down to the ground where he belonged. It may hurt, but if he could at least land on a few bushes with his overgrown cock and balls, he may still be able to scurry away. 

For a moment, he didn't care if the worst happened to him. Just getting out of that goo-dripping sphere was important. If he could escape, all the better, but at least he wouldn't be responsible for doing that bastard's dirty work.

Just as freedom seemed so close, thought, Kiba could have sworn he heard a laugh. Either that or it was just the sound of the rubber readjusting, quickly snapping him right back into his initial upright position. Try as he might, the latex did not budge in the slightest this time around, and quickly it stretched from his shoulders to right on top of his nose.

"What a pathetic attempt. You're just lucky you're a good shot, but I'm not going to tolerate that again." The orb seethed, but it was not necessarily with anger. "Let's make you far more...amenable."

The air within Kiba's lungs quickly gave way as the orb sent what felt like a fist of latex right into his stomach, forcing all of that exhalation to burst forth from his mouth. The rubber affixed around his mouth and nose still clung with ferocity, but the rush of carbon dioxide resulted in a massive translucent bubble to appear right along the raccoon's muzzle. As his lungs tried to draw more breath, however, Kiba found that his access to oxygen was not as free-flowing as it had been when he was utterly enrobed in the ebony goop.

Struggling with the need to breathe, the orb treated its captive with a quick rush of additional latex into Kiba's gasping mouth and right into his poor tailhole. The fluid rushed in, as smooth and as fluid as quicksilver, ignoring the negligible amount of resistance in both openings. All of that excessive, fruitless flailing was going to tire his new slave out rather than get him to freedom. However, by sending a few dozen gallons of pure liquid latex into every bit of his insides, it easily started to slow down all of that additional defiance. A minute passed, and the combination of no new air and putting on a good hundred pounds to his frame was slowing Kiba down tremendously, all of those extra weight being distributed all around to balloon out not only his stomach but also his arms and legs.

Kiba's mind soon started to slip into a dreamy state, and the orb was ready to ripple and churn along the raccoon's gargantuan tool in the interim. With his body ravaged from the previous transformations, and bloated still until he resembled more of a party balloon while trapped within the larger black sphere of goo, it was a perfect time to start breaking his will. The latex slipping into Kiba's rump slowly started expanding, stretching that star of an entrance to immense lengths. At the same time the rubber roiled around the tip of his tail, massaging and lapping along the tip until it molded it to look as toy-like from within the inky depths like any of the lost souls wandering the town. The tip of Kiba's once proud, striped tail was adorned with a massive plug about a foot wide, and just as that came to fruition the orb saw fit to do the very same to his plaything's tailhole, right past the entrance. With its structure it would stretch him all the more internally whenever the orb deemed it necessary, just perfect to elicit a yelp at times when Kiba should remain silent.

With everything in place, the slave's orbs renewed with milk and shuddering for yet another need to satisfy its lusty needs, the orb relented and filled that mask around Kiba's maw with air once more. The second the oxygen slipped into his nostrils Kiba's eyes fluttered back to alertness, just in time for one of the most powerful orgasms in his life as he fired with all of the bombacity of a cannon straight into the air. The sky loomed into Kiba's vision for a brief moment before being entirely covered by clouds. The explosion that rocked Kiba's lower half, though, informed him that that vast blanket of beige that filled his vision was more than just vapor in the air, but his own tankard worth of jizz. Every pulsation in his cock was if he was cumming out a raging river rapids, the cream feeling as if it was just storming free of his crotch with the fury of a huricane. Each tremble of his cock was electrifying, jolting out each massive wave of batter like Zeus from on high. He was now nothing more than an infectious waterfall of milky broth, trapping and converting all around him until they were as mindless and orgy-seeking as any of the orb's previous victims.

"Know your place, Kiba, and I'll use you how I see fit." The orb started to lay down the law, without wasting any time. "You will not speak to me unless I tell you to. Your opinions mean nothing. Your name isn't of any importance. You are merely a sex toy that will assist me in commanding the world. I will mold every atom of your form however I desire and you will not complain. You are replaceable at the drop of a hat, and you are mine until every last living, breathing thing loses everything it has to untold, immeasurable pleasure."

The plump, blimp-like raccoon merely nodded in response, feeling that the orb had relaxed the tension of the latex around his neck in order to doso. A bit of the orb had split off, and that tiny sphere floated in front of Kiba's eyes. As it swirled in the air, weightless as can be, it started to mold and take its own shape. Soon it was almost a perfect 1/120 scale replica of the orb, showing off how Kiba's fattened self was adorned with wrecking ball-sized sack, a cock the length and width of his car, and massive plugs firmly wedged in his backside and tail.

He was nothing more than a toy, and the replica was only too happy to show how much he was spurting his nigh-infinite supply of raccoon cum along the populace below as he and the orb floated high in the air. Moving was impossible. Escape was out of the question. Even if he wanted to, the now-constant orgasms would hold him right in place, and the rest of his rubber-filled body sloshed around just as heftily as the lakes of cream within his balls.

"At least I still have my thoughts," he thought to himself. Of course, at least until the unending sexual gratification started to take over every single musing of his. For the moment, though, Kiba was assured that he could at least win that battle. Maybe there was a reason the floating object left him with his mind, and for as long as he had that he was going to treasure it. The raccoon's captor already demonstrated several times over how malleable his form happened to be, and testing its limits this early would be a waste. Better to bide his time, and at least keep some elements of his body intact. At least every single orgasm felt fresh and new, almost as if his cock was being milked by the most skilled masseuse in all heaven and earth. That and, really, whether he was coating plenty of people below and latexifying the lot of them into harem-seeking sex fiends, the orb was just going to do that on its own, with or without him.

But, for now, all he could do was float wherever the orb wished to take him, and to keep gushing out rivers worth of spooge all over his hometown. As the orb the both of them high above each house along his street, the captor made fine use of his plaything. Right as they were about to approach a new home, the floating object spread open a new hole within the plug filling Kiba's tight pucker. One moment the goop would quickly slide in another copious rush of liquid latex, adding a good ten pounds to the raccoon's belly, while tugging and rocking the plug within. Each shove and rustle widened that tunnel of his until the poor woodland critter burst forth like a dam, fluids gushing all over. The torrents were absolutely blissful to Kiba, but more importantly the deluge was so great that anyone even hoping to hide out in the houses were out of luck; as viscous as the creamy goodness from the raccoon seemed, it would easily find its way through even the tiniest of cracks and narrow passages and seep its way in, amassing and pooling on every floor until everyone inside was at each other in the greatest heat they could ever know.

"The plan is total control," the orb continued on in its deliberate pacing across the suburbs. "Make a person's inner desires manifest and they get as horny and beastial as they come. So long as they are humping and buggering the daylights out of one another, it's all too easy to snatch away control and lord over the chaos." 

Kiba, in the interim, just moaned every so often to show that he was listening. Even though the orb had stressed that he didn't care for his opinion, the subtle cries of ecstasy were soon getting to him. It had hardly been an hour since his malevolent benefactor took him captive, and he had cum well over 80 times straight. He couldn't even keep track of the amount, but each burst felt like something new, some entirely fresh experience that tantalized another part of his balls, or rocked a particular portion of his shaft that he could have sworn was never sated before. Soon enough his soft cries grew louder as they soared above almost half of the neighborhoods in the city.

"Just another 40 square blocks or so, but you're getting the hang of it. The way you spread your seed better than any of those other toys down there should speed up the process. Even now you may still have your mind, but I know you can feel me in the back of your head. You've been associating my voice with ejaculating for several blocks. You may be nothing more than an object to me, but at least I know you're not any harder to manipulate than my rubber."

The duo slowed to a halt over a massive apartment building, ten entire stories filled with housing for plenty of citizens. 

"Can't you feel them cowering inside, wondering what to do? Go ahead and take away their need for worrying. Make that horse cock of yours fire away and make them mine."

For some reason, even as Kiba grinded his teeth together, it was far less in terms of resistance than a while ago. The orb had been right all along; his mind was strong enough to keep on thinking, but countless hours of knowing nothing more than complete and utter orgasmic heaven was far too taxing on his control in other areas. His mind wandered for a split-second, and even then he started to wonder if it was under his own volition; he could imagine all of the orgies and rampant sex within the building once he let loose, churning out another river of cum to soak through the rebar and the concrete. How many people would he turn to the slippy latex? How much would they be inflated, expanded, modified, taurified, and bloated? 

How much did he secretly wish he could have some of those very same effects?

"SPRAY YOUR SEED ALREADY!" The orb was obviously operating on its own timetable. 

The thoughts rolling through his head was more than enough to have Kiba, already tiling his roly-poly self downward in anticipation, burst forth with creamy excitement. As the thick, paste-like cum bellowed out from the recesses of his ballsack, he moaned like a pet would with his master. The thought crossed his mind, some part of him wanted to resist, but it didn't matter. Between the feeling of the extra-thick seed coursing through his rod, and the sensation that it was such a powerful blast that it was stretching out his cockslit all the more wide with every shot, he didn't mind being putty in someone else's hands, if even for a minute. He was sure he would regain his composure, and whatever fears the people below him in their small apartments might have, they would be turned nice and fast. At least they would have threesomes and more with ease on floor after floor, so many stories worth of pure lust from roof to ground floor.

Caught almost by surprise at his feelings, Kiba bit his lip heavily. It distracted him from such hedonistic thoughts, but his body was still bursting with joy as the rest of the latex around him kept stroking along his entire form, coaxing every last drop out of his endless supply, which now sagged all the way down to his ankles. The rubber stopped groping after a few minutes though, as they both hovered in midair.

"You're going to be mine for decades, at least. Despite your talents, you have a lot of work ahead of you. No need to worry about any of your old necessities, though. Sleeping, eating, drinking, those will all be taken care of for you." The orb stopped shouting, at least, as it paused.

Kiba was listening intently, for even after these few hours the orb would only speak infrequently. But, without warning, he felt his balls churn and renew themselves out of nowhere, and he cried out like mad as he felt his entire body sport the rocking eruption that should have just been relegated to his massive pole. It was if his entire body, every single strand of fur was bristling with static charge, every ounce of his body feeling the massive orgasm just rocket out of him. The initial shot itself was like a fire hydrant bursting, lasting for a good three minutes straight and surging so rapidly that, once it ended, Kiba was almost horrified to see that it not only caused a sizable indentation in the pavement below, but all of that cum made for quite a sizable lake.

"Look at that, graduating to random ejaculations all on your own. Guess you will be better than I first thought," the orb mused, as it tilted downward some more. "Gaze upon your own handiwork, tool."

Gathered at the lake below were those who had already turned, of every shape and size imaginable. A rubbery kangaroo herm, who happened to be the size of a house, swept his tail and knocked several poor souls deep into Kiba's own lake. One of those victims soon burst right out of the creamy depths, dripping with raccoon seed all around the ground as it landed on a wolf bystander. He didn't take too kindly to being encompassed by the bunny, which was more like a thin rubber suit than a sizable, horny beast like the rest. After a few seconds within the suit, though, the lagomorphic creature puffed up to obscene proportions, putting on the pounds until it was almost as much of an immobile ball of rubber and fluff like Kiba so many feet in the air. The male canine, though, still had his head protruding right underneath the bunny's own, as his own canine shaft started to grow out right along the bunny's own member. It wasn't long until the rabbit was masturbating himself and his captive, growing all the more large and adding the additional pounds onto the poor wolf within as all he started care about, and begging for, was for release after release.

It was sheer, unadulterated sexual pandemonium, and Kiba was forced to watch three dozen different victims below turn and metamorphose into their own wildest fantasies, losing their common sense and giving in to sex without end.

However, Kiba just stared and moaned. The display was almost comical, having so much power over all those on the ground, shaping them into everything they ever wanted. No inhibitions, just rubberized fun everlasting. His initial  thoughts of resistance grew all the more dim as it felt like he was working towards a worthwhile purpose. It didn't help that his spooge was now seeping out almost randomly. It was  thoroughly enjoyed each time, but that lake was soon overflowing as the two of them just stared at the mania beneath.

"Alright, that's enough appreciation for now. Keep that in mind, toy, that's the very least I'm going to expect out of your milky self." The warning was far from friendly, and the iciness in the tone was quite palpable. "Fail to deliver and I'll make sure you provide me with what I need, no matter what I have to get out of you to do it. Do we have an understanding?"

The raccoon, so racked with exhaustion and overproduction took a few seconds to reply. First, he had to stop moaning from the non-stop milking. After all of this time he could finally answer a question without an issue, and he responded as enthusiastically as could be.

"Absolutely."

The orb waited a second. It gave Kiba another chance to protest, to fight, to squirm about, anything most other wastes of victims would do. In the end, though, this was solid commitment, and the raccoon swished his rubbery tail around, almost as if he was giddy about the prospect. Or maybe it was because each sway also jostled his butt plug something fierce, getting him all the more ready to double the amount of cum with his next, sudden display of cream upon his city.

"Then your body and spirit are mine until the day I release you...if ever. Now, let's hit the business district." It was said so matter-of-factly, but that's all it was to the being; take it all over and that's the end of it. But at least the process would be faster, and this Kiba had a huge range of fire. Still, the corporate offices around the city were massive, and once those were down there was only another several thousand more cities to hit on the face of the planet.

It was going to be a long, milky haul.