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When Milton awoke once more it was to his alarm going off, the male snorting as he woke up from his bliss-induced slumber. He didn't remember when he had fallen asleep, or even when he had decided to move himself into the bedroom, all he could remember was the hours of near-constant stimulation he had given himself throughout the night. It was like some sort of surreal dream, he wouldn't have even thought it was real except that he continued to get slight tremors of pleasure that radiated from his groin...

It was that thought that caused him to bolt upright, remembering what had happened to him the last time he indulged in his fantasies he ran straight to the full-length mirror he used when he was preening himself for an important meeting and needed to make sure his suit was right. What he saw in the reflection however was a completely different kind of suit he was wearing, or at least half suit at this point. The gloves that had adhered to his hands had spread significantly, the shiny material reaching up to his elbows while the rubber pants that had started it all now reached halfway down his shins. The only thing that didn't seem to change was his tail, or rather the suit's tail he corrected himself, and that was likely because if it grew any bigger he would have trouble moving.

As he tried to flex and bend without the tail impeding him he also realized that there were other changes that were happening to his body besides the rubber creeping over it. Even though he had attempted to work in a gym schedule to his routine he could neither find the time nor the motivation to go there, but the way he looked in the mirror was like he had been going once or twice a week. It was especially prevent where the rubber had covered his body and he almost rubbed a hand down his firmer thigh before he remembered what would happen and stopped himself. There were other noticeable areas of firming and weight loss too, which would have been great if it weren't for the shiny coating that it had on it.

Either way he needed to find some way to reverse whatever was happening to him and since every time he talked to Nexdrake it got worse he decided he needed to go to some outside sources in order to fix things. He considered calling into work that he was sick again but lamented at the thought of letting this thing further disrupt his impeccable routine, so instead he got ready to go outside as best he could. Though the tail was quite poofy it wasn't filled with air like he suspected, instead it was like it was stuffed with a gel or another soft substance that made it surprisingly easy to manipulate. In the end he stretched it out as far as it would go, causing his bulge to throb slightly from the stimulation, before wrapping it around him like a girder belt.

Once he had made sure his new appendage was secured he covered up with as many layers as he could to hide his rubber-covered state and walked out of the door, heading out into the street to find someone to help. As he walked down the street he was surprised that he hadn't been contacted by the man in the rubber dragon suit yet. When he looked at his watch he realized that this would be the time most people were at work and though he had contacted him during his lunch break it was probably through the same reasoning. He quickly shook his head and once more steeled his resolve that even if he was to get a call he wasn't going to answer it as he expedited his morning routine once more to make up for the lost time spent getting dressed.

Milton attempted to make as little eye contact with people as he made his way to his office. Every time he did it felt like they knew what was happening to him, like they could see the rubber that felt like it was still slowly inching along his body. It wasn't helped by the fact that when he sat down he was reminded of the tail wrapped around him making him look like he was thirty pounds heavier. As he thought about it though that might not have been such a bad thing since he had probably looked as though he lost as much over the course of the night.

The second he got down to work he completed his usual tasks as quickly as possible in order to continue to abate suspicion, attempting to fit in internet searches between the time. He didn't dare use his computer, knowing already what sort of terms would come up with the words he was looking for. Instead he kept his phone hidden behind a few workplace SOP binders that he pretended to look through while he searched. Unfortunately by the time lunch rolled around his attempts to find something that wasn't just the product of rubber itself or the sexualized aspect turned up nothing. He knew that Dennis would likely be waiting for him in his usual spot and would notice the sudden alterations to his body, so instead he decided to break his routine once again and go to the vending machines to find something to eat.

The breakroom was an unusual place for him to be and from the looks and stares he got from his co-workers he could tell it was the same for them. It didn't help that with the alterations to his body his clothes no longer fit properly anymore, and while it had just been as subtle before as putting his belt up a notch now he had to actively hold up his pants while he walked to keep them from falling to the floor. Part of him wished that he could just eat at his desk, but corporate policy forbid anyone from doing that other than simple snack stuff so once he had reheated his vending machine lunch he found the most isolated spot in the area and sat there. For the first half of his lunch his plan appeared to be working but as he finished his sandwich he noticed that one of his co-workers was giving him a funny look.

Even though he ducked his head down it appeared that the other male had seen eye contact get made and drifted over to his spot. "Hey there," the man said as he held out a hand, his eyebrows raising slightly when a gloved hand shook it. "I'm Alfred from accounting, though you can call me Al. I haven't seen you around the watering hole before, you knew here? Perhaps transferred from the frozen north?"

Though Milton didn't appreciate the joke he didn't want to raise a scene and gave out a half-hearted chuckle. "Just decided to change things up is all," he said, a pit forming in his stomach when he had to say that. "Plus I hurt my leg the other day and didn't want to walk to my usual spot, probably saw me walking funny. As for my clothes I sit right under a vent so my cubicle is forty degrees cooler than everywhere else, which they don't care about of course."

"Of course," Al replied, the grin growing on his face as he sat down on the table and leaned in. "I know how it can be when you're trying to bundle up in something and you find that your clothes just aren't quite cutting it. Now I happen to know of a place where you can get something a little more tailor made to your tastes, a place that I can help you out with if you're new to the scene... if you catch my drift."

Milton looked at the other guy in confusion before his gaze went down to the black card and the silver writing on it. It was to a place that had come up on Milton's searches before, the address of one of the rubber fetish clubs that were prolific in the area. "Oh... I..." Milton stammered slightly, not knowing what to say as he fumbled the card before picking it up again. "I really can't..."

"Nonsense, you'll be my guest tonight," Al said as he stood back up and clasped Milton on the shoulder. "I like your style, I think you would be a perfect fit." Just as Milton was about to rebuke his offer Al leaned in close until he was whispering into his ear. "You'll also want to remember if you wear rubber at the office to take into account that there's less friction between it and clothes than your skin."

Milton's jaw nearly dropped to the table when Al stood up and pulled his belt loop down slightly, revealing something shiny and black underneath before quickly covering it up once again. When he looked down at his own pants he saw that the fabric of the loose clothing had shifted and revealed a rather large patch of shiny black rubber that glinted in the harsh fluorescent light. As Milton quickly shifted to conceal it he tried to go back to Al to tell him he wasn't interested, only to find that the man had walked back to his group with the card still in his hands. Though his first instinct was to take it and throw it in the garbage he found himself once more ignoring it and putting it into his pocket, then gasping and scrambling when he saw that he only had a few minutes left until his break was over...

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When Milton finally got home he let out a sigh of relief and dropped the pants that he had been holding up since he had left the bus stop, his body shivering as it slid down his toned rubber thighs. He kicked off his shoes and found that the strange substance had not stopped its assimilation and was now down towards his ankles, though he still had some human skin left it wasn't much anymore. As he took of his shift and let his tail fall back to its natural position he found that his top half had fared far worse, the rubber had reached towards his neck and had completely engulfed his shoulders. Even though his physical form looked better than ever and he felt healthier than he ever had before he knew this transformation wouldn't stop with just a bodysuit.

At least he had the weekend to try and do something about it, he thought to himself as he took his phone and turned it on again. While he was at work he didn't need anything like Nexdrake coming along and distracting him so once he was finished trying to find something to help himself he powered it down to avoid the confrontation. When it finally went back online he found that he did indeed have two messages waiting for him, but neither was from the one known as Nexdrake. One was from Dennis, which he didn't even realize he had given the other man his number, wondering if he was alright and the other was from Al, who he definitely didn't give his number too, once more inviting him to the club. He sighed and deleted both of them from his phone and flopped down on his bed, but as he laid there it only invited opportunities for his latex-clad hands to drift down his smooth body and attempt to touch himself.

"This is ridiculous," Milton said to himself as he went to the window to get some fresh air, watching the sun dip below the horizon. "I should be catching up on my shows right now, not thinking about going to some rubber fetish club." As soon as the words left his mouth he realized they weren't the right ones and shook his head. "I mean... not trying to masturbate every second of the day."

The slip of the tongue was enough to rattle the changing human even more, but instead of thinking about just hiding in his bedroom with his hands handcuffed behind his back his thoughts instead turned to the card that was still in his pants pocket in his living room. It was a rubber club... what if this Nexdrake was local and might be there? As Milton began to pace back and forth in his bedroom the gears of his mind began to turn... it would make sense, then he would be able to do the things he did like know when he was on lunch or deliver something right away to his door. Perhaps this Al was just a sneaky way of making contact with him too, trying to get him to go to the club without him figuring it out...

A sudden wave of resolution swept through Milton as he grabbed the card out of his pocket and went to find some clothing that actually fit him still. With the weight loss and the muscle tone he had gotten it was hard to find something that wasn't either loose at the hips and chest or tight in the legs and arms, finally he had to settle on a jogging outfit that he hadn't worn since he bought it. Though it was stretchy enough to make sure that it covered everything he couldn't tuck his tail into it, instead he had to rely on pinning it between the jogging suit and his coat as he walked back out into the city to reclaim his life...

It took nearly two hours for Milton to get to where he needed to go, most of it being the walk from the bus line he had to take to the location of this club. The entire time he had to make sure to keep his coat tight against him, feeling the tail wanting to flop out like it had a mind of its own. When he got to the club it looked like your typical high-end lounge, complete with a bouncer that stood in front of the door. As he stood there looking at the entrance to the door he suddenly had a doubt that this was such a good idea, though he would love to confront the one doing this to him he realized he was about to walk into the lion's den. Still, he thought to himself as he mustered up as much courage as possible, all the answers may lie beyond that door that he was about to open...

"Sorry dude," the bouncer said suddenly, putting a hand in front of Milton just as he was about to pull open the door. "This club is members only."

"Oh, uh..." he said as he quickly reached into his jacket to fish out the card. "I was invited here by a friend and-"

Milton suddenly cut his sentence off short when he realized too late that he had just released the tension on his jacket, feeling the tail flop out to hang there against his backside. The bouncer tilted his body to look at the sudden appendage, then at the card he had managed to pull out of his pocket before it happened, before chuckling and opening the door. Though he felt embarrassed it did appear to be an easy way to gain access as he walked inside and looked around. When he got to the main room it still looked like a normal cocktail bar or lounge, but even with the lights being dim he could see that the attire that people wore was different than what you would find in a normal place.

"Well look at what the cat dragged in," a familiar voice said as Milton turned and saw Al coming up to him from the bar, glancing behind him in the same manner as the bouncer. "Or should I say skunk? Here I thought I was going to have to provide for you but it looks like you came almost fully equipped. Why haven't I seen you on the scene before?"

"I'm... shy..." Milton said as he swallowed hard. "But a friend of mind had been bugging me to go and with you doing the same I figure I should attend at least once. Maybe you know him, wears a black rubber dragon suit, goes by the name Nexdrake?"

"Nexdrake?" Al repeated, Milton nodding excitedly. "I think I've seen his pictures on the internet before... they might be in back but in order to go there you're going to have to go all the way. They won't let you in with just a partial."

"Just a partial... you mean..." Milton felt his body tremble at the thought, but he wasn't sure if it was from anxiety or excitement. "Full gimp suit?"

"If that's what you want to call it," Al replied with a laugh. "Although I'm not sure there's many there that go that route anymore. We got your puppy play, pony play, full bondage, gearheads, drones..."

"Drones?" Milton echoed.

"Ah, that's a good one," Al said, motioning for him to follow. "Here, let me show you where you can take off those clothes and store them safely. While you do that I'll see if I can't scrounge up a bit more gear in order to make you more presentable."

Milton's head was buzzing with questions but found himself merely following the other man as they made their way towards the back of the lounge area and through another door. This was completely unexplored territory for him and he didn't know what to expect, though when he got to the other side he found a pretty normal locker room. Al handed him a key to one of the lockers and he found himself taking off his clothes, even though he knew he really shouldn't it was the only way he would get into the back where Nexdrake would be.

When he finished putting the last of his clothing away and secured it with the provided lock he looked around for Al, only to see that he hadn't come back yet from getting him some extra gear. For Milton that wasn't a bad thing, he had no idea how the strange rubber material on his body would react to normal stuff and even if it was nothing there was the fact that it would potentially cause him to grow insane with arousal once again. When he saw that no one else was around to watch him Milton decided to take the chance and peek inside the VIP area on the other side of one of the doors. After once last check to make sure that no one was around he slowly opened the heavy door and took a peek through the crack.

Before Milton could even glance at what was on the other side though the door was suddenly slammed shut in his face, which caused him to jump back into the one that had closed it. He turned around quickly and saw that it was a rather muscular rubber man covered head to toe in shiny black rubber, from the paw-like shoes that he wore on his feet to the shiny wolf hood that covered his entire face. Before Milton could try to explain himself the rubber wolf creature pointed at him, then pointed at the bag that he was holding. He pointed at himself to ask if those were meant for him to have, the lupine nodding silently before taking it from him.

Inside the bag was a rubber gimp's wet dream; a set of cuffs, collars, an x-harness, and a few more straps were in the bulk of it. It was clear that Al wanted him to wear all of them and though Milton wasn't sure about such a thing he didn't want to potentially lose his ability to find Nexdrake. He put them on as quickly as possible, trying not to shudder in pleasure too much in front of the other male as the rubber slid easily on his wrists and ankles. Even though it covered what little skin he had left Milton couldn't help but admire how they looked on him, but he didn't have too long before he was handed yet another bag by the rubber lupine.

"I should have known that wasn't going to be the last of it," Milton said as he opened the second bag, seeing a pair of rubber paws and gloves. Unlike the wolf that was handing him the gear the paw hands he was getting were more like mitts, which would prevent him from doing much more with them than the clumsiest of gasping. With that he decided to put on the shoes first and slid them onto his feet, tucking the edges of it underneath the ankle cuffs that he had just gotten. Though on first glance it appeared that the alien rubber he wore didn't mix with the latex paw shoes it appeared almost seamless once he readjusted the ankle cuffs to cover the seams.

This was insane, Milton thought to himself as he put the gloves on next. He was trying to figure out how to stop whatever was happening to him but instead he was going deeper down the rabbit hole with ever-increasing amounts of rubber covering his body. His arousal was starting to spike and even though he was trying to hide it his body was trembling with need. It was lucky that the mysterious rubber lupine stranger hadn't decided to start rubbing or stroking on him or else he was going to lose it right there, and when he slipped on the last bit of the glove he shocked himself with thinking how good that would feel...

Milton's attention was snapped back to that wolf as there appears to be one last item that he needs to put on, the lupine dangling a rubber hood in front of his face. Unlike the one the other male was wearing this one had more of a gas mask look to it, the eyes were one solid black visor and there was a ventilator built into the side of the muzzle. It was just like the ones he lusted over on the website, and now that it was right in front of his face the bulge of his groin was practically throbbing. When he reached up to grab it though he realized a small problem when his mitted hands struggled with just grabbing it but the rubber suited lupine seemed more than eager to help slip it on him.

The second that the cool material pressed against the top of his head everything seemed to shift for Milton. Suddenly his life, his routine, everything that he had built up his entire life no longer seemed all that important to him. It was like the animal gas mask being pulled over his face was erasing his identity, replacing it with something else that allowed him to actually enjoy his rubber form. It was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and he found his mitted hands started to stroke against the muscular form of the other male while his outfit was being completed with a collar and leash.

When the gas mask was finally put into position and he took his first latex smelling intake of air he watched through the visor as the mask's muzzle turned up into a smirk. Even though he could see everything well enough the tint of the visor made everything feel surreal, like he was in a completely different world and with it a completely different person. Though he was still eager to get into that room and encounter Nexdrake now his motivations were tinged with lust as the mysterious stranger led him towards one of the mirrors that were in the locker room. Once they were there the wolf stepped aside and allowed Milton to look at his new suited form, and what he saw caused him to gasp in surprise.

He was now completely covered head to toe in rubber, though as Milton turned around to examine himself he realized that the shiny material wasn't completely black as he saw a pair of white stripes running down his back to his tail. Even the latex lupine commented on how seamless his body suit looked as he stood up behind him, placing his hands on the rubber skunk suited male's hips when he came back up behind him. "I definitely think you're ready for the room," a familiar voice said, Milton gasping when he recognized the voice of Al. "But I think since I brought you in I should have you first."

Milton couldn't believe that he was actually being propositioned by someone that he had just met a few hours ago at his workplace, someone that knew who real identity crossing over into what he had considered his fantasy life. On the other side of the equation though Milton knew Al was in the same boat, and the thought definitely started to relax him. A few seconds later though his body tensed up once more as he felt something push inside his hole, one of Al's fingers feeling adventurous when he didn't hear the skunk object to his offer. Though Milton could have turned and stopped it he found himself not responding with anything but a groan as the lube-slickened digit was quickly joined by another.

"Now that is quite an interesting feature," Al said with a chuckle as Milton felt the finger slide effortlessly against his internal walls. "Do you have a rubber tube in there? Does that heighten the pleasure or dull it like my sheath?"

Milton wasn't sure how to respond as he looked in the reflection to see that the cock protruding out of the rubber wolf suit had a lupine design to the latex sheath. "Why don't you push it in there and see," Milton replied, surprised at the level of boldness that came out of his mouth. That didn't seem to phase the bigger male though and those paws moved from behind to the front of his body as something else replaced the pressure against his hole.

The feeling of that cock sliding inside him nearly caused Milton to buckle his knees, had Al not grabbed him by his inner thigs he would have slid to the floor. The feeling of rubber against rubber was electric as Milton focused on the reflection in the mirror, seeing not two humans in suits having sex but a latex wolf rutting a similarly synthetic skunk... and not even a normal skunk, but a skunk drone as his gaze looked into the visor of his mirror counterpart. Soon Milton got an even closer look at himself as he was suddenly pushed forward, his hands slapping against the reflective surface as Al pushed him forward to get a better angle to push his throbbing rubber cock into him.

The thought that entered Milton's mind, one that managed so surface even above the mind-blowing pleasure of being penetrated by the other male, was why he had never done anything like this before. He was swimming in lust and it was all because of Nexdrake and his magical rubber, giving him this wonderful opportunity as he pants into the rubber muzzle. He feels one of the hands of the wolf begin to squeeze his groin and start to stroke the cock that had appeared from his bulge. With Al taking change there was nothing that Milton could do but brace himself as that thick maleness began to get pumped in and out of his latex hole, unable to control anything about his fate... a prospect which aroused him even more.

It didn't take long for Al to cum, the horny male quickly speeding up his pace until he rocked his hips forward and buried the entire length into the stretched hole of the male in front of him. "That was some ride..." the wolf huffed as he quickly pulled out and got a towel to clean his seed off of the rubber legs of the skunk drone he had just taken. "Where have you been all my life?"

Though it was just a rhetorical question Milton honestly couldn't answer that question even if he wanted to. The concept that he had spent so long avoiding places like this when he enjoyed the feel of not only wearing rubber but having those clad in it press against him was the most amazing experience in his life. Even as he stood there he found himself pressing and rubbing into the male body beneath him as the wolf slid up his body and grabbed onto the leash. Milton was led towards the door that he had tried to peek through, the feeling of being pulled by the leash almost natural to him.