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• * * I sat alone in the small apartment I was given. It was fairly plain as far as décor went, and devoid of windows so as to shield myself of any prying eyes. For being a small apartment it certainly had everything I would require to live a normal, healthy life so long as I remained with this company. A fully-stocked kitchen in one corner, a large room with my bed, television, and other touches of comfort, and a bathroom. This was my apartment. A single bright florescent light illuminated the entire place for me. I couldn't believe what had happened to me, although more so I couldn't believe I had given in so easily. I should have fought it. I should have called him out for misleading me. But, at the same time, I knew this was something I had wanted. I gave in to my own desires. I wasn't truly upset by the turn of events, and I didn't have any regrets, but at the same time I was nervous about what was to come. How beautifully the fluorescent light reflected off of my shiny body. ~<>~ My story begins about three days ago, although really I could say it began just after college. See, it was there that I realized I was gay, and I made the careless mistake of just assuming my parents would be fine for it. As luck would have it they weren't, and disowned me vowing to never mate again if I was the result of their love. I really didn't care about their vow; I cared about the support I lost, though. So, after graduating college thanks to a string of crappy jobs I was stuck in the hourly grind of pumping gas for eight bucks an hour. Bills were piling up, and nothing was getting easier. I tried in vain to shop myself around various careers after getting my degree, but no one would take me seriously. People just didn't trust a dragon/fox hybrid for some reason. But I wouldn't give up on myself; after all, I believe myself to be quite attractive, and I am quite proud of myself despite my luck. One of the only good perks about my job at the gas station was that a shirt wasn't required; I have a nice, toned frame, so I got a lot of good tips thanks to that. I'm primarily comprised of two themes; red scales, and straw yellow fur. My chest, head, and forearms drew upon my vulpine heritage, while my biceps and muzzle's red scales would offset the monotony. My lower legs were also furry, while my upper legs and back were covered in scales. A triangular-shaped patch of golden fur cascaded down my back, ending at my shoulder blades. My tail was truly a testament to my hybrid existence; it was purely a dragon's tail in size, shape, and texture, but the underlay of it was composed of fur. I had all but given up on finding a serious way out of my financial rut, but then three days ago I felt I had stumbled upon a miracle. An ad in the classifieds talked about a job; it said that the employee would be given adequate financial support, room, and board for the duration of his contract, and the hardest part of the job would take only one day. The only listed qualification was to have an interest in rubber and bondage. I grinned devilishly; I secretly loved the feel of rubber, and I did enjoy a good binding. I decided to give this job a try; I could save money while taking advantage of their room and board, and then afterwards I could find a new place to start a new life. I imagined the job would give me a good buffer in that respect. With my heart set on a carefree future I quit my job that very day, and made plans to visit the address posted on the advertisement. ~<>~ I arrived this morning at a rather small building. I had imagined it to be a huge factory, but after double checking the address I shrugged my shoulders and stepped through the front door. I didn't see any receptionist in the front lobby, but I did notice a sign stating that newcomers should take a seat. Assuming they had some kind of surveillance I followed the sign's instructions. There was nothing too special about the waiting room -- just a few chairs, and some of the usual magazines. Well, usual magazines if you have any kind of interest in bondage. A few minutes passed before a figure entered the waiting room. He approached me, and flashed a seductive grin. I looked up, and immediately blushed; he was a black panther, and the sheer size of his frame was intimidating. But his cute smile gave away his nature; I could tell he was a friendly sort. "So, you're our new tester, eh?" he questioned, his deep voice resonating against the silent aura of the room. "Er... yeah," I replied as I forced a cheesy grin. He looked me over, and experimentally squeezed my bicep, enticing a shudder to surge down my spine. "Hmm, a hybrid. Not bad. Part fox, and part dragon?" I nodded my head in response, earning another grin from his handsome face as he retracted his arm. "Not bad, not bad at all. You'll do perfectly for this. What's your name?" "Dragox. Dragox Dugles," I murmured, my heart wishing that he'd touch me once again. He gestured for me to sit up, and began to lead me to a side door. "I'll need you to fill out some paperwork before we can set you up for the testing." "What will I be testing?" I found myself asking, reminding myself that I had absolutely no idea what I was in for. "We've recently developed a new type of full-body restraint system. We need guys with your body shape to test them out," he explained in his beautiful, husky voice. As I followed him my eyes kept drifting down to his perfect ass; how I wanted to molest him right there and then, but I knew I could never be so bold. "We'll suit you up in it, and have you spend the rest of the day in it to see how it functions. It's not a huge deal, but it is the first of many things you'll be testing with us. We advertised that the first day would be the most difficult, because it's an intense test period for the product." "How long will I be employed here?" "Oh, we'll get into that later," he assured me. "For now we'll get into the paperwork so that everything is all legal. That sort of thing." We entered an office, and he motioned for me to sit on one side of the desk as he began pulling out files and other folders. The walls were bare save for a few charts of the various species' bodies. He placed a number of documents in front of me, and passed me a pen. "So, what do you mean by 'legal'?" I asked cautiously. "Nothing serious. Just things to do in the event you get hurt somehow, although there is really no way for that to happen." How I hated filling out forms. Reading everything, signing my name, dealing with details; I'd done enough of that when I applied to that gas station. "Listen," I finally said after flipping through a few documents with mild interest. "Can you guarantee everything'll be fine? I'll just sign on the final page, because I really hate filling out this sort of thing." He brought his paws up in a passive manner, and nodded his head. "Everything will be fine, Dragox. I'm certain you'll love everything." Glad to forego the mundane part of my day I quickly jotted my signature on the final page, and passed the stack of documents back to him. "Alright, just tell me what to do, and I'll do whatever I have to." "Wonderful," he said as he stood up and approached me. "Now then, the first thing you'll need to do is remove your clothing." I looked at him as if he was crazy. "I'm sorry?" "We cannot proceed if you're wearing any clothing. So, please, remove your clothes." "Are you sure?" I arched a doubtful eyebrow. The panther heaved a sigh. "You signed a contract, Dragox. Help me help you do your job." "Alright," I said nervously. I didn't want to go against a contract. "Do I have to do it right here?" "Are you interested in this job or not? The advertisement stated that you had to be into bondage, and you're getting embarrassed by being naked?" He quickly made for my pants, quite literally ripping them off of my legs. I sputtered as he did the same to my shirt, causing it to flutter to the ground in shreds. "What'd you do that for?!" I cried out as I quickly placed my paws over my manhood. "You didn't read the contract, so I have to spell it all out for you," he growled irritably. "You cannot do this job with clothing on. End of story." He then exhaled sharply, and looked at me with a more empathetic expression. "I'm sorry, I just need for you to help me help you do your job. So, please, if I tell you to do something you're required by your contract to do it." "Alright, but... I didn't think this was going to happen," I stammered, feeling my cheeks flaring. I could already feel myself getting excited; I was naked and alone with one very sexy panther. "Well, you should have read the contract," he reasoned. "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to hold up the process, because you didn't want to read it. We have a lot to do, and I know you're going to have a lot of questions, but you have to understand that this was all in the contract, and you are bound to it." I sighed in submission. "Yes, sir. I'll do whatever you said, and honor my contract." "Good boy," came the response. "Now then, the next part will get you ready for the restraint system we'll have you test out today." We began to exit the room, but he stopped me. "Stop holding onto your crotch. No one is going to make you feel embarrassed for being naked here. It's commonplace." He reached out, and pushed my paws away from my groin. "Much better," he purred as his eyes remained on my crotch for a few extra moments. I blushed, but obliged his instructions and stood tall, and proud. After all, I was bound to a contract. He lead me to another room, and instructed me to sit upon a large chair that resembled a recliner. It had straps along where one's wrists and ankle would be, and had a neck brace as well. I looked at it with intense wonder as I tried to imagine what it could be used for. "This," the panther stated as he placed a hand upon the contraption, "will properly prepare you for the restraint system testing." "You mean it will help me get used to having myself bound?" A sly smirk curled upon his muzzle. "Something like that. Have a seat, and I'll strap you in." I simply nodded, and complied, reminding myself that I was bound to a contract. I sat down, and he buckled the five straps to contain me. Within moments I was unable to move my arms, and my legs were spread apart slightly. My tail hung lazily between my legs; I didn't think he had a reason to strap that in as well. He then began to fiddle with a few controls, and I could feel the chair pushing me into a reclining position. I relaxed, and sighed contentedly while anticipating the next step of my introduction. I looked up at my companion, and he had brought down a device from the ceiling. Several tubes were connected to it, as well as a few other things I couldn't quite understand. "So, what is this all about?" I asked, my mind drawing a blank. He placed a paw on my forehead, and shook his head. "Dragox, this is the part where I transform your body into rubber." "Into WHAT?!" I shouted. I tugged at my restraints, but I was locked in tight. "What do you mean, you're transforming me into rubber?! You... you didn't tell me you were going to turn me into rubber!" "Do I even have to remind you about the contract?!" he growled, immediately causing me to whimper into submission. "This is all necessary for you to test the restraint system. It's specifically designed to work on rubber people, so we need rubber test subjects." "Rubber people?" "Some crazy blue fox or kitsune or something is running around turning people into rubber, and they're running amok. Unstable, deformed, whatever the case may be. Some of the more unstable ones are panicking. We have no way to control them, though. This is so we can contain that threat," he explained. "But in order to do so, we need a rubber person to test upon. Which is why you're here. So, we have to turn you into a rubber person so you can be our test subject." I exhaled nervously. Had I known all of this would I still have come here today? I couldn't answer that question. "Fine, just... just do it to me already, and get it over with," I found myself saying. Not that I had a choice; I knew he was going to transform me even if I didn't concede to it. "Well, enjoy," he said with a smirk as he brought a few tubes down to enclose upon my body. He snapped on a pair of rubber gloves, ironically enough, and began to prepare my body for the transformation. "The process shouldn't take too long, but just in case there are any problems we can still revive you." He poked around my asshole gingerly, coaxing out a small gasp before slipping in a tube. "That is for any waste product that should occur during the process," he declared before gently stroking against my groin. I blushed once again, but didn't dare say a word about it. After a few moments my cock was at least slightly erect, and he slipped a large device over my groin. I could feel it molding perfectly with my cock as well; a tube was attached to one end of it, running straight up into the ceiling. "Once again, for waste, and other fluids." "You know, you're killing the mood by being so technical about it," I smirked. He chuckled lightly before responding with his smooth, sultry voice. "I would be foolish to think I didn't enjoy having such a beautiful creature under my control." How I wanted him to ravish my body right then and there. After a few more moments of injecting tubes and other medical paraphernalia into me I squirmed around slightly to get a bit more comfortable. "Can I be changed back after I'm transformed?" He looked at me with a stern look, and I knew the answer was a simple 'no.' "In any event, you're all prepared, Dragox. Are you ready?" the panther stated. "There's really no turning back, huh?" I sighed. How I would miss my luxurious fur, and beautiful scales. "Not unless you'd like to end up in jail for the rest of your life," he smiled. Part of me knew he was joking, but another part of me knew it was probably the truth. "Fine," I stated as I gripped the armrests. "Throw the switch, or do whatever you have to do. I'll just... deal with it." "Alright. Just relax," he said as he pressed a few levers, and pushed a few buttons on a small keyboard. I could feel it happening already. Some of the tubes he had injected me with were slowly filling with some sort of thick, black liquid. They dribbled into my veins, and began to travel throughout my bloodstream. I couldn't describe the sensation, but I could feel the foreign liquid traveling throughout my body. I grit my teeth; I expected the process to be painful. Instead I was greeted with a smooth feeling of luxuriousness throughout my body; the experience was invigorating. "How does this work, anyway?" I gargled out; already I could feel my insides churning about as they were forced to accept the new genetic make-up. I felt very horny suddenly; I realized the device on my crotch was gently massaging it. I assumed there was a perfectly good explanation for that. "The design of the machine is so that the black serum is injected into your bloodstream evenly," the panther began, "so that your transformation is fluid and precise. The blue fox uses a crude method, so his subjects are either unstable, or they're turned into something they didn't consent to. This will ensure that you retain your body shape, and coloring, while turning into rubber." "What about my crotch?" I asked; I would have pointed if I could move myself. "If we didn't constantly stimulate it, it would become too hard and unusable after the transformation process," he simply stated. "Well, okay then, that's kinda important," I slurred out. My eyes slid shut; I could feel my brain being transformed. It was only a matter of time before my skin and features were forever lost in favor of the sleek shininess of rubber. "I... I... okay," I tried to say, but nothing coherent could come out just then. "Ah, it's effecting your brain right now. It's perfectly natural to be lost in a state of euphoria while your brain reconstructs itself." I regained my sense of awareness, but let myself go completely. I simply awaited the rubber to take over my body. I still felt pangs of remorse at the thought of losing my beautiful body, but I grinned internally at the thought of being rubber. The sleek shine, the supple feel, the beauty of being in a rubber body was tantalizing. Had my companion not told me the dangers of what the fox was doing I'd be all for seeking him out myself for this change. My skin rippled, and I could see my own fur changing. The black serum purged my fur of any fluffiness it had, and it matted across my body as the liquid latex turned it into rubber. My scales were next; the latex washed over them and they were gone forever. I mourned my loss, but quickly noticed how sleek and shiny my body had become. My colour scheme was fortunately still intact, so I had my consolation prize. After a few more minutes I groggily looked over at the panther. "Am... am I done...?" I timidly asked, uncertain of what I had become. "I think so, yes," he replied as he approached me. He examined my body, and ran a paw over my supple skin. "After a few tests we'll verify it, but I do believe you are now one-hundred percent rubber. How do you feel?" "Weird," I confessed. "Like myself, but... not. I don't know." "You look alright," he stated. "Honestly, Dragox, I think you look even better now," he added with a subtle hint of desire. "Let's have you checked over to make certain you are, in fact, now made of rubber." He began to extract the various medical devices from my body, and I couldn't help but notice that when he pulled off my groin's covering my cock had grown a little bit. I brought a paw to it, and noticed my balls were squishier than normal. "What happened to them?" "Well, we had to keep them intact as best we could, but the process can cause a bit of reshaping" came a canned explanation. "Don't worry, everything still works exactly as normal." The panther then helped me to stand up for the first time since becoming rubber; it was nothing short of interesting as I got used to reacquainting my new body with typical sensations. They all felt so vivid to me now. He lead me to an adjacent room, and helped me onto the examination table that rested in the center. My rubbery ass felt so weird against the latex covering of the table. Regardless, I assumed a doctor would come inside, but to my surprise the panther had put on a stethoscope. He approached me, and began examining me more thoroughly. Time passed, and he eventually nodded his head in approval. "Dragox, you are rubber now. Wonderful," he grinned his beautiful grin. "Now the real fun begins." I hopped off the table, but nearly lost my balance. I fell into his awaiting arms, and could feel my cheeks burning. "Sorry, I... slipped." "It's alright," he said as he helped me up. "It's normal to be a bit awkward after just turning into rubber." "Thank you." The words came out lowly; I was unsure what exactly I was thanking him for. Was I thanking him for catching me as I fell, or was I thanking him for turning me into rubber? I had accepted the transformation -- I felt obligated to endure it -- but I wasn't sure if I was happy with it. I would just have to get used to it. A few moments later I found myself in another large room, but this particular one reminded me more of one of those kinky dungeons some people keep hidden away in their basements. All sorts of things hung from the ceiling, from the walls, and were littered about the floor. I found my cock stiffening up, and my companion eyed me with deep interest. "So, you really are this into bondage," the panther grinned. I was too busy looking around the room to acknowledge the question, but my own actions and body gave off an obvious answer. "So, when do I get to test these things?" He laughed. "Right now," he stated he stated before stepping away to obtain the restraint system he had been talking about all afternoon. He returned in a moment with a strange device. It didn't look like anything I'd imagined; it looked like a fishnet bodysuit. But upon closer inspection I could see thousands upon thousands of tiny mechanical objects threaded into the netting. "So, that's it?" I found myself asking. "Yup," he grinned. "All you do is step into this like a normal bodysuit, and it will connect itself with your nervous system. It will allow the restrained rubber to be controlled or tamed by whoever has this device." He held up a slim remote control in demonstration. "The primary goal of this project is to simply tame the unruly rubber furs, but the control feature is there for extreme measures." He then passed me the slinky garment. "Put it on, and then I'll demonstrate. I promise you'll enjoy it." I accepted the offering, and spread the bodysuit out so I could see it better. There were special openings in the fabric for my crotch, ass, and tail, but beyond that it would cover my entire body up to my neck. I slipped into the delicate garment, making certain not to rip, or tear it. "You don't have to be so gentle," the panther informed me. "It's made out of a durable rubber as well, so it won't tear or break." I finally slipped my rubber body into the bodysuit, and noted how inviting it felt as the netting caressed my skin. "Alright, so now what?" He placed a headband around my forehead; the material and consistency matched the rest of the clothing. "Now you're ready to test it out. I simply press this button, and the garment will fuse with your nervous system. I can have it in a simple 'tame' setting, so if you do anything erratic you'll be given a sensation to cause you to stop it." He pressed a button, and immediately I could feel the bodysuit and headband fusing to me. A wave of euphoria washed over me, and I fell to my knees as I waited out the sensations. "Alright then, Dragox, try ... oh, I don't know. Try running around a lot," he requested of me. I got to my feet, and complied by running around the room. Suddenly I stopped dead in my tracks; a rush of pleasure coursed through my body, and my cock sputtered a tiny stream of pre-cum. I gawked at myself, but sought out the panther for an explanation. "If the subject is too erratic it will cause the subject to be involuntarily pleasured. It's all done through brainwaves; you were running around a lot, causing a lot of ruckus, so the headband sent signals to the brain to cause you to cum slightly. Your bodysuit caused you to halt your actions, and succumb to the sensation," the panther stated as he approached me. "This suit will basically control the erratic rubbers by stifling them with their own orgasms." "Anyway," he continued as he approached my body. "Now is the part where we have some fun, my pet," he grinned. "It's time to test out the 'control' feature of this suit." He removed his lab coat, and my eyes were greeted by the sexiest sight I had seen in some time; I looked over him, and realized my hard-on wasn't going away any time soon. A sleeveless midriff black rubber shirt stretched helplessly against the contours of his beautifully muscular frame, and a pair of black rubber pants only highlighted his lower assets. His own crotch caused the rubber pants to tent out in an blatant fashion. He approached me, and gently caressed my cheek before pressing another button. "Don't hate me for this, but it's part of the test." My arms and head suddenly slumped down, and I could feel my whole body flopping onto the floor as I lost all control of my own senses. I couldn't move my own body, but I was still very much aware of what was going on. My mouth hung open, but I couldn't say anything. I would have panicked, but the panther remained in front of me in comfort. "You're now experiencing the 'control' setting of the suit," he stated. "You cannot act for yourself, and you cannot do anything without the user entering commands into the remote control. The setting turns the wearer into a living doll of sorts, but you're still aware of everything that is happening. It is intended to be used for enforced discipline, but I think you and I can make an exception for how we use it." A grin curled upon his muzzle as he leaned over to help me into a standing position. "We're going to have a lot of fun, Dragox, oh yes," he continued as he input a few commands on the remote. My right paw began to travel down the length of my body, until it rested against my groin. Already I could feel it pulsing with pleasurable sensations, but I couldn't see what was going on. He had set me in a standing position, and my face pointed straight ahead. I was at least able to move my eyes, but I could barely see what was going on. But then I felt myself stroking my rubbery dick slowly; I would have made low gurgling sounds if I could speak. "Mmm, yes, Dragox, you naughty little rubber. Keep pawing yourself off." I could hear his sensual voice calling to me from beyond my field of vision. He hugged me from behind, and I could feel his strong arms wrapping themselves around me. "You're going to love this. Ever since you first walked in I have been waiting to get you in this thing so I could make you mine. You are so beautiful, so sexy, so lovely. Rubber makes everything better, so I knew you'd love this." He dragged my stiff body with himself, the whole while my paw slowly gliding the length of my shaft. "Let me make you a bit more comfortable," he said as he input a few more commands into the remote. I felt my body relaxing, and I realized I was bent down onto the ground with one paw frantically jerking me off. I had no voice, but it felt as though my mind was melting from the stimulations being directed at my body. "Tell me, do you like this?" he inquired before chuckling lightly. "Of course you can't speak, so you can't tell me, so I'll just assume you're enjoying this." I'd have to tell him later how correct he was; I was enjoying giving away total control to someone, especially someone as sexy as him. "This might hurt a little, but... well, you won't mind," he stated. I could hear a light snapping sound as he pulled down his own pants, and a few moments later I could feel him poking and prodding at my asshole with his own member. "God, you are so sexy," he called out to me as he shoved his manhood into my asshole. He began to thrust himself into me gently, but as time trickled by his ministrations became more and more determined. A light squeaking emitted from my anus each time he would enter my asshole, and it quickly became a melody in my ears. At some point I saw a slim white object pass in front of my eyes; I guessed he had accidentally kicked the control away. Not that it mattered; he was too busy riding me. My paw continued to bring me closer and closer to release, and I could feel my juices building up towards a splendid eruption. A few more strokes and I finally gushed my load onto the floor, but my paw continued to stroke my tender dick. I could feel my sticky sperm gliding over my own shaft as I was forced to continue to paw myself off; there was nothing I could do to stop myself, as my dominant companion had kicked away the control. He continued to grind my asshole, and eventually an erotic gasp emitted from him as he released his own load into my ass. The room fell quiet for a few moments, but the gentle hymn of my rubber paw gliding over my rubber dick drove off complete silence. Finally the panther came back into my field of vision, and gently petted my head. "Mmm, I see you've been enjoying this too," he noted as he stuck a finger into the pool of cum beneath me. "I told you everything still worked like normal," he chuckled as he bent over to pick up the remote control. He tapped a few buttons, and my paw finally stopped teasing my erection. A few more commands, and I could feel my body returning to my own control. I sat down on the floor, and hugged my legs. I felt rather violated and uncertain, but at the same time I couldn't help but feel incredible for the experience. "Alright, I think that's enough for today," the panther said as he approached me. "Let me show you to your quarters." "Can I take this bodysuit off?" I inquired. My body was still trying to calm down from the experience, and I could feel my penis growing flaccid despite the situation. He shook his head in refusal. "No, I'd like you to get accustomed to it. We need to know the effects of long-term usage." I twiddled my thumbs, and didn't dare look at his face, but I decided to just speak my mind. "You know, I don't exactly... well... mind if you did... more... you know." I found my cheeks burning up again, but was relieved when he placed a strong paw on my shoulder. He laughed lightly. "Dragox, I think you'll enjoy it here. And we'll have a lot more fun together, don't you worry," he grinned as he pulled me in close. "Thanks for taking on the job. Now, let's go get you settled into your living quarters." I noticed he didn't even bother to put his lab coat back on before exiting the room; he proudly walked around the facility in his rubber attire. I found myself envying his pride, but soon found myself walking upright myself. My mind was giddy; everything the advertisement announced was true, even if it was presented in a vague manner. No longer did I mind being duped; I promised myself to enjoy it all. Shortly thereafter I entered my apartment, and got acquainted with it. One wall had a large mirror upon it, and I took a few moments to check myself over. My rubber body was incredible to look at. After watching me marvel at myself for a few moments the panther excused himself, and promised to visit often beyond our work schedule. He then told me to get a good nights' rest, as the next morning's session would be much more intense. And so here I sit in my little apartment, having dreamt a marvelous dream the night prior. I'm anxiously awaiting today's work session, and looking forward to allowing him to do whatever he wanted with me. After all, it's in my contract. * * *

Author's Note: This particular story was a request from Dragox Dugles, and has a brief mention of my own former fursona (a blue kitsune that can turn folks into rubber), so that being said those two characters are property of their respective owners.