"These are really tight. This seems kind of stupid that they would make people wear gloves with prints on them."
Tom glanced over at Ben and smiled. Ben got a slow sinking feeling seeing that look on Toms face. It wasnt a pleasant smile. It was hungry, like fox looking at the hen.
"It got you to put them on didnt it? I couldnt think of a better excuse."
Ben grabbed the edge of glove at his wrist and tried to pull it off but was too late. It wouldnt budge. It was tight against his skin and getting tighter. It was like a second skin and he could feel it tingle a little as he rubbed his now latex covered hands together making a subtle squeak sound as he did, like two balloons rubbed together. They were smooth and shiny.
"Why? I thought you were helping me. HEEAW!" Ben blurted. He felt strange. His large donkey ears and tail, even his donkey genitals were something he had grown used to over the last several hours, but now his hands were covered in latex that he couldnt remove. He held up his hands in front of him and saw the edge of the gloves wasnt at his wrists anymore. It was slowly moving up his arms like syrup running up hill.
"Its amazing stuff isnt it? You really should take off your clothes before it reaches that point. You will be surprised, I have heard everybody say it feels good, but then most of them you cant ask in person anymore. Or I suppose you could but they cant answer. Im sorry Ben but this club isnt just about donkeys ya know, despite the rather silly name. And Im not a maintenance worker. Im one of the lab technicians."
Ben rushed over and grabbed Tom by the throat without any hesitation...