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The Purple Wolf's Conquest

The change is swift. The man's back arches as large, round breasts swell from his chest, nipples popping up with little jets of latex-streaked milk. Seeming to draw the mass from his arms, which become slender and feminine, struggling against the wolf creature's grip in his need to touch the achingly pleasurable mounds. But if he couldn't break the wolf's grip before he certainly cannot now. The purple creature just holds him, still panting after its orgasm but with an air of hunger as well; its hips still thrust gently, its cock gliding across the flowing latex goop.

The man's waist pulls in; his frame becomes more petite as his hips grow waspish and his thighs and ass thick. His head, having disappeared under the black latex, now forms into a new face; a long, delicate muzzle pushes out and a pair of tulip-like ears emerge from the top of his smooth head.

And he is rapidly ceasing to be a "he", as his cock melts away under the wolf's continued frotting, until only a little nub is left. His balls, now filled with latex, borrow inside him, a pussy opening behind. As the latex reforms them into fertile rubber ovaries and molds vagina and womb, his brain is also rubberised and his mind finally succumbs. She is not a human man. She is a rubber doe.

"Mmrrrrgh yessss," the wolf hisses between his fangs; and you start as you did not think it -- he? -- could talk. "Good bitch... become a fuck toy for me..."

Her eyes open, a soft brown, as her little molded tail grows from her spine and her feet compress into hardened rubber hooves. The runny black latex covering her solidifies, turning a deep forest green, a light green covering her breasts, belly, groin and inner thighs; while her areolae, nipples and nether lips remain black. All still slick and shiny under the streetlamp.

She stares up, her eyes pleading, her mouth open in need as her sensitive nostrils draw in the miasma of rubber and wolf cum and her own leaking pussy juice.

"Yes," she replies, her breathy voice making your heart skip. She sounds so slutty, so needy, so... female and you shudder knowing that this was a man a few minutes ago. And yet you can't help but be aroused by the sound...

"Please..." she pleads; "make me a fuck toy... please! I need --"

The wolf cuts her off by flipping her over. Her surprised bleat becomes a whorish moan as her fat rubber breasts are squished under her, nipples grinding into the sidewalk. And she moans again, louder, as the wolf slides his long red rocket into her virgin pussy, holding her hips as he begins to pound his knot against her glistening, swollen lips.

Sadly you are denied the pleasure of seeing the dominant beast's fat red bulb pummel her engorged labia -- making them bulge obscenely each time it threatens to push past -- since you are facing the two head-on. But you can imagine it. Mindlessly you find yourself walking closer, your hand rubbing at your own raging erection. The squeaks of wet rubber, the rhythmic squelch and thud of sex, is an erotic siren song in your fuddled brain.

The doe's eyes are glazed and unfocused, her tongue lolling in drunk pleasure as her body is roughly used by the male. But the wolf... as his tail waves proudly behind him, his eyes shift from the former human he is currently claiming, to you. They are yellow, a fiery contrast to his purple face, and your blood turns cold as he grins at you. Despite being rubber, his shiny white teeth still look dangerous; but they are not what you are afraid of.

It is the insatiable need to fuck and dominate and breed in his eyes. You know you will be next if you cannot shake off this spell.

Then he throws his head back and howls once more, almost drowning out the submissive, bliss-filled scream of the doe and the loud pop of his knot as he finally takes his prize. You can almost feel it yourself as his cock swells and shoots another heavy load of rubbery jism, this time deep into the ex-man's needy womb.

The animalistic show of conquest finally snaps you back to reality -- at least somewhat -- and you shake your head. Trying to clear it of the weird enchantment of rubber and shocking carnality you have witnessed.


What do you do now?


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