You're on your way to the local mall when you see a familiar face out of the corner of your sharp feline eyes.
It's Brad, your old friend! Without thinking you call to him and Brad turns to look at you. He balks at you as you race up to approach him, baring your shiny tiger teeth in an ecstatic smile.
"Brad."
Brad is about to turn and run, but your familiar voice stops him.
"Is..." He stutters. "Is that you in that costume?"
"It's me." You say, closing in on him, you are compelled to get closer to him, you feel your paws grow very slick and moist. Brad's eyes dart downward as he backs away from you into a nearbye alleyway. You notice that a single drop of your rubber has landed on one of his shoes and the tiny, glinting dot of liquid latex beings to spread.
"That costume, man. Where'd you get it?"
"I got it from a puddle."
Brad cocks his head to the side. "Puddle- what are you even talking about?"
"It changed me, Brad. This isn't a costume. It's the greatest thing!"
You quicken your pace as Brad flattens himself against a wooden fence that brings the back alley to an abrupt close.
"You have to feel this to understand..."
Brad opens his mouth to scream but your reflexes are quicker. You pounce on him and send the both of you tumbling to the ground, you can hear him grunting and squeaking under your powerful frame. Brad has his arms thrust elbow-deep inside you, tickling your rubber flesh. He tries one last time to fight you off, rolling you on your back only for you to quickly pin him again. You take advantage of your viscous state, wrapping him in layer after layer of liquid latex, as he huffs and curses under his breath. When you finally encase him head to toe, you get off of him and lay his cocooned form on the ground with loving flourish. The sight of him wiggling around stirs a heated passion in you. The color of of the latex on him turns a glossy black color and it grows tighter around him, reshaping his body into a more muscular, feline form much like yours. You lay down beside him and lick him with your slippery tongue, a long black tail pops out of his wrapping and you hear Brad purring as his head takes on a panther-like shape.
You nurse him along, petting him, stroking his tail and muzzle as it peels open and canine teeth sprout. After a while, he sits up and in one graceful motion, flexes his rubber muscles and the vestigal layer of latex snaps apart with the sound of a party balloon being popped and lets out a lusty growl. He has now become a tall, muscular latex panther anthro. You help him to his feet as he fumbles with his new feetpaws.
"This... you're right. It's fantastic."he murrs.
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