Sitting down at his computer, Varghus let himself relax for a moment before booting up his modeling software and getting ready to work. Well, he hardly considered it such, finally having free time to work on his character model, a hobby he thoroughly enjoyed. Not that he had a large fanbase of followers, but he did enjoy posting the results of his efforts, to show off his skills and how much he had improved. And as obvious as it was for most creators of his particular art form, the character he’d made, a latex anthro bat, really turned him on. The work put into modeling him would likely lead to a masturbatory session or two in the process!
While he lived alone, Varghus could hardly have known that another being had entered his apartment in his absence. There had been a sense of something being off when he’d gotten home, like the static from an old-style TV being on. Yet, figuring he had put too many hours in at work lately, Varghus put it out of his mind and moved to focus on his relaxation. He was nearly done with his work for the evening by this point, and his cock was starting to get insistent. He needed to rub one out, maybe two by the time he went to bed, given his lack of free time as of late.
“I could make it so much better for you…give you exactly what you’ve always wanted…” A voice echoed in his mind, and Varghus stood up in his chair suddenly, thinking he was hearing things. The voice sounded distant, as though calling through a radio or a wall. Yet, part of him was sure the voice was familiar if not one he had ever heard in person. Almost like…
Standing up to scan the room, Varghus could not have expected his foot to touch something slick and warm, a texture he was sure wasn’t part of anything he owned. Yet, looking down, he was shocked by the sight of a suit on the floor, one all too akin to the one he had drawn up in his modeling. Lifting it up, Varghus was stunned by not only the design but the texture as well, all too reminiscent of the superior latex composition imagined by many such fetishists. Sitting it on the bed, Varghus was left agape at the attention to detail. Possessing webbing in the gloved hands, a blunt tail at the back, the white chest with black all over, it was clearly the suit used by his character. As best he knew, no one else publically used such a specific design. It had to be a custom piece, though other than it being a gift, Varghus had no idea who would have commissioned it.
“See? It’s all yours! Why don’t you try it on? You’ll find it fits you perfectly…” Echoed that same voice, and despite the absurdity, Varghus could not deny the excitement the words elicited. The temptation to do it was all-consuming to the point he could not envision doing otherwise.
Yet, before he could do so, the suit seemed to warm in his hands, hot but not entirely unpleasant. He wanted to drop it, though his hesitation was to be his downfall. Rapidly, the suit began to meld into a semi-liquid state, moving over his arms and gripping firmly, even as Varghus tried to wave his arms to fling it away. Panicked now, Varghus tried to grasp it with his other hand, thankful the material was semi-solid and not gooey. However, no matter how much he pulled, the suit would not budge, its composition such that could not easily be torn.
As though trying to rapidly envelop him, a series of semi-solid tendrils worked their way up his arms, reaching for his shoulders and his body beyond. No amount of thrashing could dislodge the substance, and Varghus was left to its whims, feeling it crawling up both of his arms and wrapping around his chest, even as his heart raced and his fear of the situation became unbearable.
“Now, now, don’t resist me. Think of how much fun we’ll have together…” Said the voice in his head, louder now as though contact with the suit directly had plugged him into the being within. Yet, rather than relax into the voice, Varghus felt his panic rise, struggling with both hands to try and pull the former suit from his body. Yet, no matter how much he stretched it, it snapped back into place, crawling up his flesh and leaving him vulnerable to its purpose.
The moment it touched his clothing, however, the fabric seemed to burn, dissolving as though unraveling from within. Varghus could only fear what might happen to his own skin, though other than a persistent warmth, he felt no ill from prolonged contact with the suit.
“Now, don’t worry about your clothes. You won’t need to wear anything else but me from now on…” The voice cooed, though Varghus could only cry out with a panicked, “Let me go!” His words fell on deaf ears, however. Relentlessly the latex continued to work its way down his chest, toward his groin and legs, and even upward toward his head, threatening to subsume him entirely.
By this point, the melted remains of the former suit had fully absorbed themselves into his hands, leaving thick globs around his fingers. He could twitch them under the latex, though only just. Yet, the formation of light webbing between each digit as the suit seemed to solidify and pull tautly over the skin left him to recall what the suit’s hands had looked like. His character, too, sported the same webbed digits, and as the latex finished reforming, there was no denying they had resumed the suit’s original configuration. Touching his fingers against each other, Varghus was shocked to discover the level of sensitivity within his digits was akin to his bare hands, if not enhanced. Running his fingers up his arms reported the same, and Varghus was almost tempted to play them down the parts of skin that had not entirely been covered yet.
All the while, the crawling latex skin continued to work its way down his chest, burning away the remnants of his shirt as it did so. It soon shifted shades, black along the sides and white over his chest, matching the exact specifications of his character and as the suit had appeared before becoming semi-liquid. Yet, Varghus found it hard to mourn his clothes, rather curious about wearing this suit as it seemed to tease him. It was far too fascinating to be covered in such that it served to alleviate his fear of being taken over. As the latex stretched its way down his chest and stomach, it seemed to pull around the muscles underneath, even so far as to burrow into the skin. The more the latex took shape, the more it seemed to stretch his muscles, not too large, though becoming far more toned than he was accustomed to. Smooth flat pecs, bulky sides, and a six-pack were all part of the package, it seemed. The fetching look left Varghus wanting more, curious about the end result given his particular inclinations.
As the latex wrapped around his legs, burning away the waist of his pants and causing them to fall, a peculiar sensation encroached over the base of his spine. Reaching back to rub at it, his fingers reported a noticeable nub in the otherwise tight suit. It served to excite him more than he could recall, as though it was a precursor to owning a real tail. It was unlikely the suit could provide that much, though with how it seemed to be accentuating his muscles, the possibility was still present. It was enough for him to feel a surge of arousal, and soon, his underwear was burned away, leaving the crawling tendrils to wrap around his half-chub. As the warm latex teased his cock, Varghus pounded erect, and he reached down to touch himself, eager to get off. However, as the suit covered his member completely, it did not seem to allow his erection to swell to its proper size, leaving only the bulge of his penis present. Rubbing his package was pleasant, to be sure, but it was such a tease to be provided with the most arousing stimulus he could imagine only to be denied, or as he hoped, delayed.
The liquid latex was not to stop there, of course, moving down his legs in deliberate motions as it reached for his feet and toes. Varghus remained rather curious and aroused over the whole endeavor and wanted to see it to its conclusion. It soon pooled around his feet, some of it touching the floor as it worked its way underneath and completely subsumed his skin. He was left feeling curious as to what it would be like to fully wear the suit, elated as the material began to turn semi-solid once more and cover him with a shiny latex sheen.
At this point, the only part of his body not covered by the latex was his head, though Varghus was ready for it, wondering what such would entail. To his surprise, it was not to move up his head just yet. Rather, what remained of the latex began to pool behind his neck, creating a pleasant weight that was surprisingly familiar. Varghus was inclined to reach back and touch the thing on his neck, almost gasping as he discovered it was a hood of some kind. Instead of covering him all at once, the suit had instead formed a hoodie, one that Varghus was sure he could choose to pull over his head if he was so inclined to do so. Yet, did he dare? The consequences of doing such did not escape him, wondering where it was the voice was coming from and what goal it had in mind for him. Surely, even if it was the fulfillment of a deep-seated dream, partaking willingly would be ill-advised. And yet…
Fuck it. In his mind, given what had happened thus far, there was no reason not to see it through to the end. It took only a moment of hesitation for him to pull the hood over his head, feeling the latex crawling up the skin of his neck as he did so. It felt a little warmer this time as it moved up his skull, though even as he slid it over his head, the hoodie did not cover his skin like the rest of the suit had. It really did function like a hoodie, though Varghus was quickly given the impression that he could not pull it off even if he was inclined to do so.
“Ah, now we can speak properly…” Came the voice in his head, and Varghus took a moment to look around the room once more, not really sure what he was hearing. The voice, as it had been all the while, was not coming from his apartment, or any outside source he could determine. Was it really part of the suit? If so, how?
“Who are you?” Varghus asked, though the more he thought about it, the more he wondered if he already had his answer.
“Why ask questions you already know the answer to? I’m you! Well, the perfectly tailored fit for your desires, one might say,” replied the voice, and Varghus waited for a moment, not fully understanding what the being meant.
“I’m sure you never thought you’d meet me in reality, so to speak. I’m not the only such being constructed to suit one’s particular needs, of course. One of a select few, to be certain, though I can hardly speak much more on that subject. That would be telling! All you need to know is that I’m the perfect fit for your fantasies, and I’ve been drawn to you for that reason. All my kind, in turn, exist to seek out their dreamers, in an effort to grant them their deepest desires. All you need to do is embrace me for what I am, and all your dreams will come life.”
“How is this possible?” Varghus asked, though felt sheepish about doing so to an otherwise empty room.
“Don’t ask such silly questions,” the voice replied, as though tired of the hoops required to jump through to explain something it saw as simple. “Now it’s simply time to enjoy all I offer.”
Thinking of all the ways that he had imagined using such a suit, Varghus was embarrassed to discover that he was once more aroused, able to see the outline of his cock now. Getting a boner over his real-life fetish was one thing, but the being within his mind was clearly self-aware, and doing something in front of such a creation was a little much for him.
As though reading his thoughts, it seemed the entity was well aware of his sense of shame. “There’s no need to be ashamed of your needs! I am designed to provide for them, after all, especially the sexual ones. Had you not had such an interest, I would not even exist! Allow me to show my gratitude…” The being teased as a flush of arousal burned through Varghus’s being, making him nearly fall to his knees.
His member under the latex suit continued to push outward, as though the suit’s insides had a grip on it and were remolding it in real time. Varghus could only watch as it extended outward, longer than his humanity. It was far more sensitive as well, only a gentle caress from his webbed hands enough to send a powerful shiver through his being. And it was to be the tip of the iceberg as the heat burned through his cock and prepared to warp it into what Varghus had designed if the being’s words help true.
Varghus could only look down as the latex around his outlined cock head started to pull backward toward his groin. Thinking the latex would part and expose his penis, he was shocked with the peeling latex revealing more of itself, the two halves separating though just as sensitive as before. It was as though a foreskin was developing from the flesh, pulling back to form a pouch of bunched-up skin around his groin. Stunned, Varghus could feel his penis soften for a moment, retracting into the skin as the sheath sensually subsumed the tip. With his cock cocooned, the second skin continued to fuse with the shiny black latex of his groin, hitching his cock upward though not painfully so. It seemed that his latex suit formed an animalistic sheath reminiscent of what he had created using his suit’s modeling program.
Curious and partially aroused, Varghus reached down to finger his sheath, the pointed tip of his cock poking out at his prompting. It seemed thicker than he was expecting, though covered with the same black shiny latex covering the rest of his body. To his delight, it seemed to possess even more sensitivity than he could have possibly imagined, and Varghus continued fingering it further. The cock within swelled sensually against its latex cocoon and sent shivers through his very being. It was almost impossible for him to imagine possessing a sheath like this, and Varghus could only hope it was a prelude to what was to come.
Naturally, Varghus could only finger himself for so long before his cock grew to full erection. His sheath was pulled downward, no longer needing to hide his shaft as the lust overtook him. Reaching a webbed hand to stroke it, Varghus was left to marvel at the size and thickness of it, impressive already even without reaching full erection. Pointed at the tip, its contours matched a more bestial appearance as did his fantasy. And the pleasure of a webbed hand against his cock was almost too much for him to bear…
“Oh fuck…” Varghus moaned out as his cock went into orgasm. Testicals confined in latex as they were, the tension within them soon grew to the breaking point and shot a load through his bat-like shaft. Without a piss hole, Varghus wasn’t sure where his cum was going to go, perhaps creaming the inside of the latex suit. Yet, it seemed as though his cum was able to squelch through the tip, oozing all over his hand and sticking between the webbed digits. The scent was heavenly, and Varghus was almost knocked over from the force of release.
“I’m glad to see how much that did for you. And that’s just the beginning…” The voice whispered in his head, Varghus swimming in ecstasy. He was not sure what the being meant but was all the more excited about what it had in store for him. Such a release was far superior to anything he had ever before, and if it truly was just a prelude for what was to come, then…
A strange tingling brought Varghus’s attention to his hand, the one still covered in his sticky cum. The sensation of something pushing between the digits was enough that Varghus was tempted to rub at it with his other hand, curious as to what was happening. It felt as though the spaces within each digit were being pulled painlessly by the latex, creating a thin layer of skin that soon filled the suit’s webbing between them. It was powerfully sensual, and Varghus was delighted to feel it fully filling the glove’s webbing, though left a little disappointed for it to stop there, as bizarre as it was.
Still, as the pressure against the suit’s webbing started to intensify, the reality of what was happening hit him all at once. It seemed the latex was stretching to match the skin underneath, allowing his membrane to extend toward the tips of his fingers. With several pleasant cracks, his fingers started to elongate as well, joints popping out of place momentarily to allow their growth. It was slow enough that he could view the pulsating skin under the suit, a sight that left Varghus nervous. It was not only the suit’s fingers that were expanding but the fingers underneath as well, as though contact with the suit itself was changing him. All save for his pinkie finger, which seemed to be absorbed into the palms of his hand as the bones within were dissolved. He did not miss it, rather concerned with the rest of the changes and what they would mean going forward!
“What’s going on?!” Varghus stammered, the reality of his situation a little too alarming despite how much it seemed to do for his arousal.
“Why, I’m making you into your ideal shape! Just like you’ve always wanted! It’s my purpose, of course,” replied the entity in his head, matter of fact.
“Why? Stop! I don’t want…” Varghus started, though without any conviction in his voice.
“But of course you do,” challenged the entity, and as much as Varghus wanted to reject it, there was no denying the kernel of truth. “There’s no point trying to hide it from me. I know everything about you, after all.”
All the while, Varghus could feel his fingers elongating, his hand swelling wider in a slow, gradual way that allowed him to take it all in. His thumb, too, was larger, though nothing in comparison to the length his other three fingers were taking on. Twice their former size, they continued to extend out before him, as though reaching down toward his knees, about the size he would imagine his bat persona to possess. That had to be the end goal as each section of his fingers extended in turn, still as flexible as they had been, though weighing a little heavy on his hand. Their size soon became unruly, though a slight swelling within his arm muscles seemed to aid in their support.
The webbing between his hands was quick to keep up as well, spreading up the skin between his fingers and making him wonder what it would be like to take the suit off and see the human skin itself. Still, if his suit was truly changing his skin, there was an increasing part of him that didn’t want to take it off, to allow his body underneath to surge toward the form of his dreams. And as inch after inch of webbing spread toward the tips of his fingers, Varghus couldn’t help but let out a moan, aroused though apparently not allowed to feel his dick slide from his sheath. It was the most sensual tease he had ever experienced and Varghus could only tremble from the sensations, left desperate for more.
Soon, the webbing had encroached over the entirety of the inside of his fingers, up to the tips as they started to tingle. A popping sensation burst from his thumb first, a black claw curving outward as he flexed his relatively smaller thumb. It had the effect of moving the rest of his fingers along with it, Varghus now aware they were all connected by their layer of webbing. It made him all too aware they would allow him flight should the changes fully overtake him. At that notion, a thin layer of webbing started to peel its way out of the skin of his armpits, and Varghus lifted his arm, witnessing the membrane spreading across the latex skin of his arm, pulling toward the other side of his last finger. It was amazing to feel it spreading from the skin of his back, pulling at the layer of dermis under the suit to match the slow, steady increase in the suit’s webbing. To some surprise, this connection of webbing seemed to tug at the skin of his ring finger, pulling it toward the side at an angle that would have pained the human him. Yet, the range of motion it now possessed caused no additional harm but rather allowed his wing hand to spread impossibly wide for his experience. Even the skin on the other side of his thumb was beginning to pull out into its own membrane, this time reaching toward the skin of his chest. Varghus knew the term well, the propatagium spreading from the inside of his elbow to connect his thumb to his chest. The change really was taking every facet of his imaginings into account, the details more visceral than he could have prepared for.
It took several minutes for the webbing to reach all the way to his finger, and Varghus couldn’t help but flex the entirety of his new wing, marveling at how large it was. His fingers were able to articulate as much as he was used to, albeit at a larger scale. The semi-restrictiveness caused by his membrane was hot as hell, as much as he wasn’t allowed to sport a proper erection. With the propatagium in place, Varghus couldn’t extend his arm all the way as his primate form had enjoyed. However, it was a small price to pay for the authenticity of his form and the notion the rest of his body could be molded into the perfect facsimile of his character. Varghus took a few moments to truly appreciate the level of flexibility his new fingers possessed, stretching them as wide as possible and then wrapping them around his latex body like a sort of cloak. It was everything he dreamed of and more, and best it all, it was only the beginning…
“Shall I change the other one?” The voice whispered huskily in his head, and all Varghus could do was mutter a weak, “Y-yes…”
Before the tingling could even begin, Varghus held his other hand up, waiting to experience the sensations all over again. It was powerfully sensual to feel the skin between his digits swell to match what webbing the suit had already provided. But it was simply the first step in a process that left him fascinated and aroused in equal measure. All fear of giving in to what the suit was doing to him was soon eroded as the webbing made from his own skin soon swelled to perfectly fit within the suit. There was far more to go as the suit’s fingers started to expand, taking the fingers within with a comfortable series of pops. All the while, Varghus flexed his fingers, loving how large they were becoming and knowing from experience where they would end up. He couldn’t help but raise his fully changed hand to compare them, waiting for them to reach the stature of his fully-formed wing, a desirable outcome. It took several minutes, and even the loss of his little finger was eagerly expected as his remaining fingers stretched to the length they would need to be to support flight-worthy webbing. A smaller thumb flexed before a claw popped from within, and he wriggled it a little, as though encouraging more webbing to form.
The rest of the fingers were slow to extend, the joints constantly popping as each bone within expanded and stretched the skin around them. Though they felt a little gangly compared to their human equivalents, Varghus marveled at moving them. They were so much like his former human digits, yet carried with them so much more promise as webbing sensually filled up the space between them. It was amazing experiencing the sensations from both angles, his human skin being stretched underneath the suit’s sensual outer layer as well. It was as though both were one yet separate in their own right. As the digits finally reached the stature of their neighbors, Varghus felt a shiver running through him, a twinge of lust as he watched his literal dream come true before his eyes. And best of all this was only the beginning!
Holding them both up with reverence, Varghus watched as the webbing pulled out around the edge of the fingertips, each now possessing blunt claws of their own. He loved the sensation of the suit tugging more skin from his underarms, trailing all the way down to his hip as it filled in toward the other side of his furthest finger. They were so large, so magnificent, and twitching his fingers allowed them to expand and compress in a way that kept them protected when not in use but would allow him to fly should he wish to. Varghus was sure he could perceive the latex suit pulling at the muscles with his arms and changing them slightly as well. The result left them lean though powerful in their own right. Surely, he had enough muscle to get him off the ground, though his body was a far cry from being able to do that yet. There was so much more left for him to experience!
Naturally, the lust that burned through his being made him long to touch himself. Even with his fingers in their current state, he managed to reach down and tease the expanse of his sheath, willing his cock to poke out so that he might tend to it properly. Yet, no matter how much he frantically rubbed at his bulge, he couldn’t seem to bring himself to an erection. It was almost maddening, and Varghus barely noticed the chuckling in his mind, as though taunting him for what he was so desperately craving.
“Now, now, let’s not bring your fun to an end just yet! There’s still so much more to do with you!” Teased the entity. Varghus could only moan his frustrations as he fingered his sheath, the sensation pleasant but not sufficient to bring him the relief he was so invested in.
With his attention on his sheath, Varghus was somewhat ignorant of his spine beginning to extend, even as its weight steadily increased. The latex suit had gripped around his tailbone, giving it new life to push its way into the slight bump already present on the back of the suit. Yet, it soon became impossible to ignore, and Varghus moaned, trying to reach back to play with it forgetting his arms were altered in a way that made such difficult. Still, he was able to get to a mirror, turning around and giving him a view of the nub just in time for the skin and bone underneath to fill it up fully. And the moment it pressed against the very tip, the latex gave way around it, pushing outward and gripping the tail tightly, as though encouraging it to extend into its final form. It still had a significant way to grow, a persistent tingling a telling sign as the suit expanded to allow room for his tail to develop properly. Varghus couldn’t wait for the end result!
The anticipation of being able to move his tail for the first time left him elated as it steadily inched outward. As though reading his thoughts once more, the entity moved the latex above his ass just slightly and allowed it to properly twitch. Varghus could only moan, the sensation even better than he could have expected. Shuddering his delight, Varghus attempted to twitch the growth of his own volition, finding it moving at his prompting. The weight of it was everything he had hoped for and more, experiencing its range of articulation as it continued to extend, reaching toward the floor. Thickening at the base, Varghus could feel his ass cheeks parting just slightly, allowing the smooth transition from his torso into his tail. It was proof he possessed it now, as much as the weight of it made it real as well.
Varghus was a little surprised to feel more webbing peeling from his sides, the latex tightly wrapped around the skin as it pulled more membrane from his skin. Soon, it merged with his current membrane spread, affixing it down toward the tip of his tail as he once more flexed his wings, admiring their size. To complete the look, a series of latex spines poked from the back of his tail, running up toward the base as each connected with its own membrane. It was exactly as he’d designed his character to be, and Varghus couldn’t be happier, being given everything he’d imagined and more. And yet…
“Yes, isn’t it everything you’ve ever wanted? That’s what I am for you, after all. And it can be yours if you so choose. All you have to do is let it happen, allow my influence to work through you…” The voice promised though Varghus had his doubts. Even over his elation, Varghus couldn’t quiet the voice of reason telling him to be cautious about letting this entity in.
“What will happen to me if I do?” Varghus questioned aloud, thinking it was too good to be true. Yet, even if there was a price to be paid, how could he not take that risk? Could he live with himself if he allowed his biggest fantasy to slip away from his membraned fingers?
“Does that matter?” The voice replied, as though echoing his thoughts. Varghus had to admit that even if the entity was reading his thoughts, the words were his own and served only as an affirmation of what he wanted to happen.
As though having been given permission, the latex over his legs started to pull at the muscles within, preparing to properly adjust them. His bat form was lean, more so than his humanity, and the latex was quick to tighten over his legs, compressing them just slightly, though leaving them with more power than his humanity could manage. It was amazing to feel how tightly it wrapped around his skin, able to mold the flesh underneath to suit its needs. Varghus could already perceive the power within them, wanting to use them to jump into the air as he flexed his wings for his first flight.
Latex compressing against his toes now, Varghus flexed them, delighting in their growth. He could feel the tips being pulled by the latex suit, firm tendrils against the skin that took whatever nails persisted and extended them into blunt talons. Only four remained, the smallest toes no longer needed as he flexed his new digits eagerly, excited by their gripping power. Thinning, stretched heels accented their abilities, and Varghus took a moment to balance on them, something that would normally have taken some time but came easily with the suit’s control. Thicker white pads adorned their bottoms, looking more akin to the bestial form he desired.
By this point, the pressure in his prick was at its apex and Varghus wanted nothing more than to get off. Even if he was inclined to resist the suit’s influence, he could do nothing against the waves of pleasure rocking his body. Any consequences were far from his mind as he rubbed his sheath, eager for what was to come.
“You’ve given in so easily…almost like this is your true form…” The voice whispered, and Varghus couldn’t deny the truth in that. As his white chest flattened, becoming leaner with definition, nothing he could imagine could surpass the experience. He eagerly welcomed the changes, wanting to take on the visage of his greatest creation.
At this point, only his face remained human under the hoodie, though Varghus was sure it would not remain that way. And he was willing to give up whatever the suit required of him to make the change complete. Even if that meant…
“You want a more handsome face, don’t you? All you need to do is submit to me…” The voice suggested, and in his moment of need, Varghus could hardly think of why that was a bad thing. “Yes…” He managed to moan, needing to be complete, if only he might be granted the body of his dreams. Even if it was no longer his, the price was worth this modicum of pleasure!
It was slightly disconcerting to feel the back of the hoodie pulling around his hair and tightening to the point he felt as though it had been removed. The skin of his scalp, too, was subsumed, and as his eyes, nose, and mouth were covered, Varghus let out a gasp not realizing there were no holes for him to breathe. Even as he was left momentarily blind, Varghus trusted that the suit wouldn’t kill him. As the rest of the latex stuck to his skin, pulling tightly against every inch, holes opened up within the suit that were perfectly sculpted to his features. In fact, it almost appeared as though his senses, eyesight, in particular, were enhanced if such was possible. Still, it was obvious the suit was finished covering him, for whatever that meant for his future.
With that, the fibers of the suit seemed to pull at the back of his neck, creating spiked points that ran down toward his muscled shoulders. The now-familiar sensation of webbing was pulled between each of them, creating a lovely crest of sorts in lieu of any hair he once treasured. And it was only the tip of the iceberg as the latex tugged at the skin of his face, preparing to warp his visage the rest of the way. First, his ears were pulled outward, latex strings playing against the edges and warping them upward into a pointed configuration. As the insides were stretched and the canals were widened, Varghus was granted a level of auditory awareness that defied his understanding of the world. Though nothing in the world outside his apartment could match the attention to his changing body, and he was far too eager to let the process complete itself.
All that remained of his face was his jawline, and Varghus welcomed the sensation of his mouth being pulled outward. The latex tugged at his lower face all over at once, rounding it into the semblance of a blunt muzzle that delighted him to see in front of his view of the world. It sat comfortably on his jaw as his nose flared and his nostrils expanded to meet the edges of his lips, breathing in deep of the suit and his lust. Varghus eagerly opened his jaw, enjoying the new range it possessed and playing a longer, thinner tongue over serrated teeth. As best as he could tell, the changes were nearly done with him, and nothing could surpass the anticipation of what his new body would provide him going forward.
“Almost done with you now…yes…there’s only one thing left for you to do…cum it out and bond us permanently together…I will absorb your semen and make me a part of you forever. You want that more than anything, do you not?” The voice taunted. Despite any potential repercussions of doing such, Varghus had no ability to say no in his sex-starved state. It certainly felt right in the moment!
With that, Varghus reached into his sheath with a thick thumb, feeling it open this time as his digit gently traced over the moist rubbery flesh. A surge of blood flowed into his penis, and even as his thumb worked its way into the base of his sheath, the force of his erection could not be stemmed. It rose from its new home, soon larger than he had seen it during its change. And it was all his to play with!
Reaching one of his wing hands around his chest, Varghus was able to gently work his fingers over it, rubbing his sheath and grinding the tip on the membrane of his wing. Perhaps it was not as stimulating as he might have expected, given he could not quite grip the shaft as he was used to with his humanity. But with the reverence he held toward his new form, even a modicum of pressure was more than sufficient to bring him closer to the edge than he was prepared for. All it would take was a little push and then…
“Yes…that’s it…take what you want…it can all be yours…” The voice spoke, and with that, Varghus couldn’t muster any regrets. He wanted nothing more than to give in to the release he so desperately craved, and the suit had given him every lustful fantasy he’d ever imagined, as though tailor-made for his desires.
The stimulation against his cock was more than he could bare, and Varghus cried out with rapture as his cock unloaded all over the white chest of his latex body. Pumping his penis for all he was worth, Varghus felt his mind whiting out from the force of orgasmic bliss. And as his eyes closed to revel in the pleasures of his new body, Varghus remained largely ignorant of what implications it had for his future going forward. All that mattered was present pleasures and the divinity of being in the body of his dreams.
“Yes, now you are complete…now you are mine…” Whispered the voice, and at that, Varghus felt his body stiffen, as though he was unable to move. Rather his body was moving of its own accord, as though another being had possession of it. Such had not occurred to him as a possibility when allowing the suit to subsume him. Though now that it seemed his body was not his own, then…
The being within his mind, while eager to take what he had tricked his host into accepting, was confused for a moment, leaving their body still. It seemed that, while there was a slight struggle as he realized his body was not his own, Varghus was willing to stay still, happy he possessed this form and all the pleasure it could grant. Even if he was not in control, Varghus could feel all that the suit could, and however he proceeded to act, it would be to their mutual benefit.
“It seems you make a far more interesting host than I could have ever imagined…” Mused the voice, and with that, Varghus felt his control returning. It seemed the being was curious to know what Varghus would do with them, now they were combined and would essentially live as one. It was an idea that Varghus already seemed to cherish with all the promise it held for him.
Varghus took a moment to compose himself, truly feeling his body for the first time. As arousing as it had been to be under another being’s authority, there was something rewarding about being given total control as well, to be allowed to experience all it meant to possess the form of his dreams. It was everything he’d wanted and more to be merged with a literal living suit, one that had not only tempted him to give in to his lusts but gave a sort of permission. A symbiosis of sorts was more than ideal, and Varghus was OK with that arrangement, eager to experience all his new companion could offer him.
While part of him was aware he could mold his skin in a variety of ways, there was only one thing he wished to do now that this form had been granted him. At the late hour, there was little chance of him being seen, and the cool air on his latex skin made him shiver with anticipation. With the power and lightness of his body, Varghus was sure he could manage it, reaching out with his arms and letting the webbing between them spread wider. With that, Varghus leaped up, stretching his arms toward the sky and pulling himself upward. The cool evening air caught his wings, and rising rapidly, Varghus was, for the first time, allowed to experience the elation of flight in a bat-like form. With the power and versatility within his suit, the sky was literally the limit as Varghus took to the air, exploring the night in the way only his new body could allow…