The world around them wavered back and forth, the heat wave rippling the air. The family shivered as sweat broke out on their bodies only to immediately catch the flow of coldness from the air conditioner. This was accompanied by a rush of giddiness that left them momentarily dizzy.
"Whoa!" exclaimed Henry, shaking his head to clear it. "What was that?"
"You get a crazy headrush too?" asked Debra, resenting the feel of perspiration drying on her.
"I hope the air conditioning isn't giving out," added Linda.
But it passed quickly and they shrugged it off. Unnoticed by them, save as a pleasant tingling, were the changes that came in its wake.
Starting from their feet, latex spread smoothly up their bodies, wiping away all bumps, blemishes and body hair beneath its shiny surface. It finished by subsuming the hair of their scalps -- leaving them all "bald" except for Henry, who was left with a molded "forelock", and Debra, who retained "real" hair of red-streaked black nylon. Then, the real shifts began.
Plump latex pads pushed out across the floor as heels became hocks and toenails drew into soft claws. Thighs, hips and asses thickened with padding and child-bearing muscle. Linda and Debra gained several cup sizes, and the boys' breasts swelled in proportion as their shoulders pulled in and their spines curved to present them better. Henry was left with a larger rack than his wife -- and more, as two more rows of breasts emerged beneath his main pair, smaller but just as inviting. Similarly, Debra gained a single extra pair. Faces and ears flowed out to vulpine points, teeth turning to soft rubber, matching the cute claws on their fingers.
Groins pulsed in delightful discomfort, as genitalia made way for new members, wafting the scent of male and female from each crotch. Pussies new and old grew plump and moist with simulated heat. New balls dropped and jostled in front of the ladies' labia, and their clits grew long and hard to match Henry's foxy phallus, swollen longer and more sensitive, held outside of its sheath by a knot aching to be tied.
Their insides melted to simple chemical processing; storage and delivery of latex, magical converters for other artificial polymers, allowing them to subsist off nearly any biomass and almost eliminating their need for air, except to speak. And -- very important -- new passages opening behind the thick-lipped slits of Henry and his erstwhile sons, leading to fertile rubbery wombs primed for the seeding of more sexy herms.
Their clothing morphed along with their bodies, underpants slimming to sexy thongs that bulged lewdly taut over their balls and opened over their pussies; jeans and pants and Linda's dress merging with shoes and socks to become stockings and garter belts. Linda's bra shifted into a scandalous thing of lace that left her stiff nipples bare and prominent; Debra's became an even more revealing collection of black latex straps.
But most striking were their shirts and blouses... which shrank up to their collars, hardened into plastic. The adults' had D-rings; Henry's was embossed with "FUCK TOY," Linda's with "CUM SLUT." But Debra's was simply black, while the twins' had heart-shaped pendants inscribed with their nicknames.
And as their bodies changed so too did their minds. More than purely vulpine instinct: they were now idealised and over-sexed toys, and their desires were enflamed to match. Libido began to infiltrate every recess of their minds, colouring every thought; and soon (at least for Debra and her parents) raw sex would be their first priority in life.
As yet they were unaware of their new destiny, and the changes passed over them swiftly, in little more time than it took Henry to reach up and rub idly at perking nipples. As fingers brushed across unfamiliar, yielding mass, Henry wondered what had happened to his chest; why his nipple was so large and soooo sensitive... But even as a feminine moan spilled from his lips, he did not really register the change.
Until, that is, the car cleared the enchanted zone, and the fog pulled away from their minds, leaving only the latent lust. Mr. Everson's hand had moved of its own to tease at his second pair of boobs -- and now he looked down, confused at the sensations that his chest and fingers were relaying,
"What the hell!?" He slammed his foot down -- on the gas, making the station wagon roar and jump ahead. He quickly shifted to the brake, and it was fortunate the family was now far more pliable or they might have gotten rather bad whiplash as the car screeched to a halt. Fortunate, too, that they were alone on the highway -- though with the swift regeneration of their latex flesh, they would have been fine.
"For God's sake, Henry -- oh my God!"
Linda's scream was echoed by a more measured "Ohhh, fuck" from Debra. With a mix of wonder, eagerness and horror, the five new latex fox herms examined their bodies.
Henry was cherry red and white, with a white tip to "his" tail bordered by black; Linda a light orange and white and a white tail tip; Debra hot and pale pink, her tail tipped in black. Each had black gloves and boots. Rick and Sam were pure black, except for white tips to their plush latex tails.
And, with the changes in mentality, their shock and horror quickly dulled. The children, in fact, accepted the change -- Debra already smiling wickedly to herself, feeling a surge of sexual power, knowing she would be irresistible to any she met. Oh yes -- intuitively she knew they had more than the mere allure of their bodies; an aura of sexuality exuded off them that would erode the inhibitions and fire the lusts of all they came into contact with.
Already it was warping the car, making room for their tails in their seats, and recolouring the exterior to an erotic pink and carmine scheme with hints of golden flames.
Mr. and Mrs. Everson, however, would not surrender their inhibitions so easily, and were as ashamed of their budding acceptance as they were of their nakedness. It was probably best that they did not yet notice the designations on their collars.
But there was little they could do out in the middle of the desert. A quick discussion led to the conclusion that they should press on, and hope to find somebody "who could do something about this." Whether they meant reversing the transformation, or thrusting hard objects into the places indicated, was left unclarified.
Certainly the need for relief was growing in the adults' minds as Henry -- who was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the masculine name, but still more uncomfortable at letting his gender identity be changed -- restarted the car. He went slowly at first, as if fearing the transformation had affected his driving; but apart from the shameful discomfort of oily lube spreading from his crotch to the underside of his matronly butt and thighs, he was fine.
The relief they sought would be found at...