Giving a good tug the pink latex seems to give suddenly and your foot breaks free with a loud squelch. You can see the latex slowly settle and reform once again lifeless and unmoving.
“Odd” you think realising what a strange and possibly dangerous situation your in “I better get out of here...”
But turning away from the street lamp your eyes cannot adjust quick enough to see your foot run into yet another pool of latex. In your haste you didn't stop to look around and seek a safe route away from the shiny pools and now your foot is once again trapped in the stuff. Giving another tug you hope the latex might give again but this puddle seems deeper and more clingy and your foot is still stuck no matter which way you pull. You glance around for someone that could help you in your predicament but stop and look down at your foot again when you realise that there is no one else around.
“Of course, who else would be just taking a casual stroll at this time of night?” you think scolding yourself.
Forced to look at the pool your foot is now completely trapped in you can see why you didn't see it right away. This pool happens to look like it is made of shiny black latex and obviously with your back to the street light you obviously couldn't couldn't see it properly. You feel a strange tingly feeling round your submerged foot and a wind seems to build as the latex grows oddly shinier if that was even possible. You can feel the material shift and give slightly allowing you to move your foot a bit. Your heart beats faster and you hope that this could be your chance for escape, but your chance is short lived as the latex suddenly rises and clamps itself onto the bottom of your jeans.
You look down in shock as the smooth black substance becomes like liquid and removes itself from your foot only to form tendrils which wrap around your legs.
“Eh? No!” you cry desperately hoping that this is some freaky dream and you'll wake up in your bed at any moment. But you don't wake up and you stumble backwards as the latex removes itself from your foot completely and lifts up off the floor. The latex becomes like string running itself over your blue jeans and seems to merge with the fabric while giving off a strange squelching sound. As more of it assimilates your legs it rises upward, round your knees and thighs becoming one with your jeans. Finally the last few tendrils slap against your butt and crotch melding themselves cleanly into the fabric and making your favourite blue jeans a thing of memory. As the process stops you feel a force round your legs which causes you to stumble slightly and the new converted jeans take on a whole new look. As you move a soft squishy sound hits your ears as the new jeans round your thighs rub against themselves and a not too unfamiliar smell hits your nostrils. Turning around the light hits your legs and the appearance your new-look jeans becomes frighteningly apparent.
“Leather?” you say under your breath.
As hard as it is to believe your legs are now a wrapped in a rather expensive looking pair of leather jeans.
“Wow” you can't help but say out loud turning and admiring your smooth, now leather covered legs. You had many surprises this evening but the last thing you expected was for the hostile latex to become leather. Reaching out and rubbing your hand tentatively over you knees the feel of leather is unmistakable. As you continue to stare the shiny leather hits your eyes and you feel calmed by the softness of the leather hugging your thighs in a way no pair of jeans has ever done before. The leather shifts ever so slightly and tightens against your crotch making another soft squelch as you stand feeling almost entranced by the leathers as the heat seems to rise and you feel slightly aroused as waves of comfort spreand through your legs.
Shaking yourself out of he weird trance the latex turned leather seems to have put you in you tear your eyes away from the hypnotic leather to see if anyone saw you acting in this strange manner. There isn't a soul in sight and you breathe in deeply before heading off home in a very brisk manner eager to get away from the other strange latex pools. As you stroll keeping yours eyes firmly ahead of you unseen the shiny new leather appears to tighten further, warm and comfortable enjoying the feel of its new host...