After a few moments, you realize that the giant black latex shaft is beginning to slacken, reaching back down towards the ground. However, as soon as the cold shock of the tile floor hits the flat head, it shoots out a huge spurt of thick, white latex all over your legs and feet. You gasp as you realize the warm latex is beginning to reshape your flesh back into the anthropomorphic horse that you were just minutes before. You slowly lean up and grab the scissors from where you discarded them, hoping to... man up and cut off the latex?
You bring the shiny metal close to your penis, but toss them aside at the last moment. What man could mutilate himself like that, even if he was becoming a massively hung latex horse? You began to reflect back on your own actions, wondering if there was anything that you could do to prevent your latex-transformation. Considering that your feet and legs had already been transformed back into latex, you grab the counter and use it to hoist yourself back upright. There's really no harm in clopping around, you figure, heading to the bathroom to check yourself in the mirror. Along the way, your cock continues to leave a trail of goo behind you. The latex cum feels strange as it pours out of you, but you kind of like it. It's warm and doesn't smell quite like cum or quite like pool toys, but a mixture of the two.
Stopping in front of the mirror, you notice the rubber horsetail that has pushed out of your spine and hangs limply behind you like a whip. Without much thought you begin to wag it, cringing when you realize your transformation has already progressed that far. You decide to poke the cock with your finger and it immediately springs to life, reaching up towards your face and shooting another glob onto your chest to combine with the spot on your shoulder. In a matter of seconds, your chest lewdly shines underneath a coat of creamy white latex. Your nipples even poke out obscenely, making it look more like you were wearing a fetish costume rather than having been engulfed by sentient latex goo. The suit stops just above your collarbone, despite the fact that it has all but covered the entire rest of your body. Thankfully, your hands seemed to have retained one or two fingers though they ended up covered in a hard rubber hoof.
Then you hear it.
"Ed, hey," he called. "Are you in there?" Your neighbor is here, wondering what on earth that loud crashing from your window was.