Bubble Stockings

Story by rednerr on SoFurry

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Commission for Stormdragonblue.


BUBBLE STOCKINGS

For StormdragonBlue

It had been a couple days since Alan placed the order. He hadn't ordered from S.D.B. Outfitters before but he had heard nothing but good things about them, that they were one of the best niche footgear retailers online. He decided to make his first purchase simple: A set of several pairs of socks, even if the socks had a layer of gel in the sole for comfort and arch support it was a simple purchase. He adjusted his glasses as he checked the order, today was the day it'd arrive if the date given was honest.

He spent the noon waiting for the sound of the doorbell. It was a mild Saturday, pleasant early summer weather outside. He closed the laptop, stretching as he stood up and stepped away from the cheap drawing desk. He considered taking a few pics of himself in his new socks when they arrived, maybe posting them online. Alan was by no means vain, but he liked to think he was pretty good looking. He had a boyish, handsome face, black hair cut short and gelled, his lanky body had plenty of muscle tone thanks to regular swimming lessons since high school.

He was dressed still in a loose-fitting blue tank top and tan shorts, he had slept in the outfit and it showed, both garments being a mass of wrinkles hanging on his body like an empty shopping bag on the end of a metal pole. Alan went to check the battery on his phone, left next to the young man's entertainment center. Alan was always a huge gaming aficionado and his collection of rare retro games was his pride and joy, he even helped program a few reproduction carts for the NES and made a little money that way. He took the smartphone, smiling as his brown eyes met the plastic gaze of the blue bubble dragon keychain hanging from it on a nylon lanyard string.

"Fully charged and ready to go." He mumbled under his breath, then he heard the knock at the door. He ran to answer, and found a cardboard box laid on his doorstep with the delivery van already pulling out of sight down the road. It was like an early Christmas for Alan as he carried the parcel inside, the dry snap of the box flaps being opened was one of those sounds he never got tired of. After making quick work of the packing tape with a kitchen knife, he popped the lid only to find... Not what he ordered.

Instead of the socks, there laid in a plastic envelope a pair of shiny pink stockings with white on the toes. At first, Alan figured he had gotten someone else's mail by mistake, but the box bore the S.D.B. Outfitters logo and it was his address on the sticker.

Scoffing, he dug through the packing peanuts to find the return form. At the very least this would make a funny story, how he ordered some socks and ended up getting a pair of some weirdo fetish stockings instead. He was just about through filling the form out when he looked back down at the stockings, still in their package. A curious little thought came to Alan.

He picked them up, the plastic bag they were in simply read: "B.D. STOCKINGS TYPE 1, 100% LATEX". Now, Alan had never tried anything made of rubber on, but he had been wondering what it was like for a while now... and now he finally had the opportunity to find out. He took off the white cotton socks he had on and dropped them on the floor, then he slit the clear plastic open with the knife. Immediately, he was greeted with the smell of good-quality rubber; being somewhat like bike tires, with a slightly oily hint to it mixed with dish soap. Alan sat down on the bed and leaned back, sticking his toned legs in the air as he slipped the stockings on slowly and carefully; he could tell right away they were high-quality garments and so deserved that extra bit of care.

The rubber squeaked enticingly as Alan pulled the stockings up his legs. The cool, rubbery material hugged his skin, the shiny pink accentuating every curve and face of his muscular and shapely legs. The sensation was quite unlike anything Alan had felt before. And if this was what he was missing all the time he had been wondering about wearing latex, he would have ordered something much earlier. And beneath the tight, cool hug of latex, he could feel his skin tingle pleasantly, turning into a warm buzz that flowed down into his muscles in a way that reminded him of when the doctor used an electrotherapy device to help with the pain when he sprained his leg biking.

Alan wiggled his toes, giggling as they squeaking and flexed cutely under the white rubber. His last date told him he had cute feet, and now he was very much inclined to agree with her. "I wonder if they make these in green..." The young man wondered aloud, "Or maybe I can get a blue pair with black toes!" He couldn't help but moan a little as his fingers traced up and down his rubber-clad legs, he felt so naughty, so slinky, just... so good in the stockings.

"Oh gosh..." He said, biting his lip as he massaged his left foot, the sound of the rubber squeaking under his fingertips sending a rush of warmth up his spine. "...I am never taking these off~" Alan practically bounced with every step as he went about cleaning house. First on the list of chores was to sweep; and he didn't know if it was his good mood or not, but Alan felt particularly light on his feet as he made his way from room to room, humming video game music as he worked. By the time he put the broom down, Alan felt hungrier than he had been in a long time. He grinned as he opened the fridge and surveyed the groceries inside. Alan figured he must have worked up a major appetite, because seeing all that food left him with the kind of eager hunger that one associated with fairground food. He wasn't just in the mood to eat, he was in the mood to indulge himself like it was a holiday.

He got out some leftover chicken from yesterday, some vegetables for the side dishes, and some vanilla ice cream and fruit for dessert. Alan went to work cutting up the mushrooms,carrots, peppers, and scallions to cook with white rice, he felt a smooth, cool tightness run up his upper thighs to his crotch, but the young man was too focussed on his cooking to regard the sensation as anything other than pleasant. The rice cooked with the vegetables in a pan with olive oil and sea salt and Alan went to heat the chicken up in the microwave. It wasn't anything special, just fried takeout from a local place in town but it was Alan's favorite, being just a little spicy and tasting just as good warmed over.

When it was done, he served the rice and vegetables with the chicken in generous portion and sat down, tearing into the food like he had been fasting for days. Alan ate and ate, fixing himself seconds and then thirds as he gave in to his ravening hunger. As he ate, his belly felt tighter and tighter against his skin and his shirt, slowly and steadily puffing up and filling out. Curiously, this didn't come with any sensation of heaviness, rather he felt a bit lighter, like he was dropping pounds as he gorged himself and this sensation brought with it a feeling of pleasant weightlessness, a floaty bubbly feeling he didn't really have anything to accurately compare it with in his mind. Alan paid this unusual sensation no mind, instead opting to have some more dessert.

He set his fork down, breathing a sigh of contentment as he finished the meal. As he breathed, he could hear inside himself a soft hiss like a carbonated drink being opened, and with it came the feeling of fullness, the sublime contentment one only felt after a feast. Alan leaned back in his chair, rubbing his belly through his thin tank top, hearing his belly squeaaak softly under his touch. He lifted the shirt to see the sight of glossy white rubber accentuating a slight paunch brought on by his act of gluttony. The white on his belly gently shifted to a lime-candy green color as the rubber reached around his sides and waist. A giddy haze overtook his mind, turning shock and surprise into a sticky, bubbly happiness.

"Cool~" Alan said, his belly rising and falling with every breath. "Wonder if it was the food or-" The young man hiccuped, causing his gut to inflate a bit, the white latex peeking out from beneath his tank top. "Guess I better get a bigger shirt or somethin'" He looked over the small mountain of dishware on the table in front of him with a feeling of self-conscious guilt. "...Right after I clean up."

The sink was an ocean of suds as Alan washed the dishes, humming a song to himself as he scrubbed away. He kept a fan on as he worked, which sent soap bubbles drifting all over the kitchen. Sure, he had used a bit too much soap but Alan didn't care at the moment and moreover enjoyed the bubbly froth covering the dishwater. The feel of the soapy water reminded him of the bubble baths he took as a kid.

As he pulled the stopper and watched the water and suds spiral down the sink, he looked down at his hands to find in place of the rubber kitchen gloves he put on for the chore were a pair of chubby pink rubber... paws with three stubby white fingers on each. He flexed them,finding them deceptively flexible despite their clumsy appearance. He raised his paws, looking at the little yellow dots marking his palms. His eyes followed the contour of the rosy pink latex, the exact same hue as the stockings he had received. The rubber went up, up past where the gloves had been... up his arms to his shoulders. The shock of it all brought an anesthetic numbness to Alan's mind, his reaction came slowly.

"W-what's going on?" And almost like a response, his pudgy belly expanded a bit, prompting another squeeeeaak from the latex now making up the skin on his upper torso and arms. He tentatively slapped his belly with his new paw and heard a dull, soft echo within. Alan's belly was now hollow, he still felt full from his big lunch but yet he was full of nothing but air. This discovery brought a nervous chuckle out of Alan, there was so much to take in and yet... He lost his train of thought... it was getting pretty hard to focus his mind on one thing at a time, he tried to puzzle out what was happening, he was bubbly and bouncy.... But he was turning into something not human but... he couldn't restrain himself from squishing and kneading his belly, It was just sooo much fun to watch that chubby belly smoosh and ripple under his touch. But he had to focus..

Another hiss, his hollow belly rose and fell. Alan heard the button on his shorts pop off, then he felt them fall down around his widened hips. The changing man pushed his shorts the rest of the way down, letting out a startled gasp at what he found. Around his crotch was a smooth, featureless bulge in the white rubber running down his front, capped with a simple nozzle for air intake. Where the stockings met skin was now just smooth uninterrupted rubber covering everything beneath his chest, with little tendrils of semi-solid rubber stretching up towards this last unclaimed bit of Alan's body. His skin and insides felt tingly, numb as they turned slowly into hollow, air-filled rubber. He stripped his tank top off, looking down at his now quite chubby body.

"G-Gosh! I'm overinflated!" Alan giggled, fondling the air intake nozzle on his crotch. As he groped, he felt a shock of pleasure come over him. Just having his fingers on it gave Alan shivers of ecstasy, the lucid fragments of his mind put two and two together: his nozzle was an erogenous zone or... something. It was getting hard to think of things that weren't bubbly... he felt compelled to break his bike pump out of storage and pump himself full of more air just to see how it felt.

As he looked over to his gaming console, Alan got the kind of itch only a certain game could scratch. Sliding the Bubble Bobble Part 2 Cartridge into the slot with a satisfying click, he reclined on his bed, the door to his room locked tight. He took his favorite controller an arcade-style joystick set and powered on the TV. The moment the title screen came up, he felt more than nostalgia, more like he was experiencing the game for the first time again. Meanwhile, the sensation of his body's changing was unlike anything else Alan had ever felt, feeling gentle pressure inside him as the air filled more and more of him, the featureless bulge in his crotch surged with feeling; he couldn't resist the urge to grope and stroke it as he played. Alan bit his lip as he blazed through the first few stages. Why did this feel so good? And as soon as that question entered his mind, it disappeared, popped out of existence like a bubble. Truth of the matter was, he didn't care, not anymore.

His pink rubber tongue lolled out as he leaned towards the screen, working the joystick with on hand while fondling his nozzle with the other. The more he played, the more the rubber encroached on more and more of his body, flowing up his neck and chin in long colorful strands and adding to the cacophony of squeaking rubber and the game's 8-bit sound processor. And after a while he could feel something that wasn't there before, a thick appendage growing out inch by inch from his lower back; and with a dull pop it filled out into a stumpy little dragon tail. He reached back, tracing his fingers over the length of his new tail, feeling the little inflatable spines running along the top of the tail and going up his back.

"Tail..." The thought brought a manic grin to Alan's face, he had always wanted a tail, ever since he was little. Laughter turned to moaning as he gave his bulge a squeeze, bucking his hips forward as he played one-handed for a few seconds. Alan had had sex before, he had pleasured himself before... but never like this. This was more than anything he'd ever experience, better. Unable to focus on anything but the game and his own pleasure, he kneaded and tugged at the sensitive little featureless nub on his crotch as he hovered closer and closer to a climax that at once felt imminent and distant. The rubber flowed up over his face, softening his features under its enthralling touch. His nose flattened against the short, rounded snout that quickly became his new face. The green latex swept away the last remnants of Alan's humanity as it covered him, ears shrinking into nothing, hair being replaced with a row of soft yellow spines running down his back, a pair of matching yellow spots to bring out his pudgy cheeks.

An hour or so later, Alan had beaten the game and with a huff of relief he dropped the joystick and leaned back, still fondling his needy bulge. Out of the corner of his eye, the former human saw in the mirror what he had become. A short, chubby green dragon, made of rubber and full of air. He looked familiar...

"I'm a bubble dragon!" Alan said, and the instant he did, his body was rocked with the biggest orgasm he ever had, all but roaring in all-consuming ecstasy. All at once, the feeling orgasm crashed into him, flashing entire body in a spasming fit of pure relief. The feeling of pressure all throughout his body melted away, leaving a delightful fullness behind that he felt all throughout his new body. Alan's cares, his stress and worries melted out of his mind like a snowball in July. He rolled over onto his side, blowing a plume of tiny bubbles as he sighed happily, quickly falling into the best sleep he ever had.

In his dreams, he was still playing the game. Or rather, he was in the game. It was him, in his new bubble dragon form ensnaring enemies in bubbles, eating, racking up more and more and more points with every bonus he collected. It was so real, the kind of lucid and immersive dreamstate he had only read about in psych textbooks before that night.His actions in the dream came to be even more familiar as Alan realized his dream self was acting out the session he played, every step taken, every bubble blown. And when he beat the final boss, experienced the ending... he awoke to find himself in bed with the TV still on, the game still running. Sitting up, he felt completely recharged. His pooltoy body felt strong, sprightly and light as a feather.

Switching the TV off, he glanced out the window at the street below, a pang of loneliness set in. Alan had enjoyed playing alone so much, but now he wanted something bigger. He slid the window open and leapt down, landing on the pavement with a soft bounce. His bright eyes surveyed the people going about their day, sizing each one up. He was going to find a Player 2, then the fun could really begin.