Ben feels the latex slowly creeping over his chest with a cold nearly tingly sensation as his sense of touch is altered. Everything feels more smooth to him now with his latex hands and arms.
His large biceps are pressing against his sides with a strap going across his middle, pinning his arms. He is only able to shimmy his shoulders up and down trying desperately to escape.
The change has completely engulfed his upper chest and seems to have stopped at his neck, moving downward instead of covering his face. He feels the cold metal table under his back as his flesh slowly becomes smooth latex and adds a loud squeaking sound to his struggles.
The change reaches his pectorals which become smooth and firm. Already larger than normal from his donkey changes they now become hairless and soft as the skin on his chest turns to latex.
The band holding him down squeaks and Ben lifts his head up to see if there is any hope of escape.
He is totally naked on the slab in a room with one light and a door, the walls are clean but free from any decoration. He can see his enlarged donkey member between his legs and his tail is pinned beneath aching a little from his own weight. The majority of its length is hanging down the table nearly touching the ground.
The change reaches the strap binding him to the table and Ben watches in amazement as it starts to lose some of its luster. The metal goes dull, and then becomes soft as he pressed against it. After a few seconds its totally changed to latex and he is being held down only by a thick strip of latex. He doesnt stop to wonder at this and quickly pressed his latex covered torso against the strap, stretching out, and sliding under it to land neatly on his feet.
"I gotta get outta here." Ben speaks to nobody in particular as he stands alone at the foot of the table. The change has covered his entire torso and he stands gaping at his hands and arms, his smooth rubbery chest, and his muscles beneath the tight cream colored latex of his skin.
He gives in to the temptation and rubs his hands along his abdomen feeling the sensation of latex on latex as he smooths his hands across his chest and belly. Little squeaks emanate as the latex gets some friction and then slides on. The feeling is intense, more than any sense of touch Ben has known. It would be easy to let himself go and just enjoy the change. He can feel his animal instinct rising in him as a little bit more of himself becomes the donkey he already partially appears to be.
He decides to...