“I’d be careful with that collar,” the wolf-witch spoke, stepping over to Rayk, “collars like that tend to… bring one’s deepest desires to the surface.”
Rayk looked down at the collar in his hands, the snow leopard turning it over, fingers absently fiddling with the buckle. It seemed innocuous enough. Just a simple band of thick, black latex, a gleaming metal o-ring dangling from the middle, and a buckle to fasten it tight around his neck. He wasn’t quite sure why he’d picked it up. It wasn’t like he’d ever worn a collar before, much less anything made of latex. Then again, he’d never wandered into a ‘magic shop’ full of so many strange things before. Yet he’d walked straight past all the potion bottles, the stacks of books and scrolls, the antique statues, and picked the collar up before he’d even realised what it was. As if it had been calling to him.
He turned to look at the shopkeeper, a female wolf standing a head taller than him. She wore a stereotypical witch's outfit, her black dress and pointed hat accented with orange to match her hair, clearly fitting the theme of the magic shop.
“How-,” Rayk paused, looking down at the collar, “how much is it?” Why had he just asked that? Was he really thinking of buying it?
“For a first-time customer, it’s on the house,” the wolf replied, flashing Rayk a warm smile, “though you might want to try it on, first. Some folks find the changes a little intense.” She gestured to the end of the aisle, a couple of changing rooms set into the wall.
“Oh, sure, thanks,” Rayk replied, his legs already carrying him to the changing room. Curiosity, some strange desire, was growing inside him. The room was surprisingly spacious yet cosy, with a padded oak bench sitting opposite an ornate mirror. Perfect for folding his clothes onto. Some thought at the back of his mind told him he should probably try the collar on naked, all the better to see how the collar looked against his bare fur.
A few moments later he stood staring at his reflection, collar clutched tightly in both hands, fidgeting with the buckle. The athletic body of a snow leopard looked back at him, short fur not hiding any of his muscles. He was more colourful than most, his russet fur accented by teal spots, with matching teal hair cascading down his back.
Rayk slipped the collar around his neck, feeling the cool surface of the latex against his fur. Fumbling a little, he pushed the free end through the buckle, carefully pulling the collar tighter until it was just resting snugly around his neck. Tight enough that he could feel it around his neck, but still loose enough to be comfortable.
He stepped back to admire the collar, flicking the o-ring at the front. Rayk had to admit, it looked pretty good on him… like it belonged there. What was next, he wondered, a leash? His heart fluttered a little at the thought, maybe a leash wasn’t such a bad idea…
A slight squeeze around his neck shook him from his thoughts, the collar feeling tighter than it was before. Just his imagination, surely? Another squeeze and the fur around his neck bristled, the collar definitely wrapping itself tighter around his neck.
A little worried, Rayk reached to the back of the collar, trying to unfasten the buckle. His fingers struggled to lift the clasp away, slipping off the metal, unable to find any gap between it and the latex. The collar tightened again, smooth latex slipping under his fingers, the buckle sinking deeper into it. By now, the collar was almost uncomfortably tight, the feeling of it hugging his neck impossible to ignore. Running out of ideas, he tried to slip his fingers under the latex, to lift it away from his skin, unable to slip even a single claw into the gap… if there even was a gap.
Rayk closed his eyes, trying to calm himself, “relax, you’ve never tried a collar on before, the buckle is just a bit stiff, that’s all…” With each word, he could feel the collar against his neck, tight and firm.
Waiting a few moments, confident (at least) that it wasn’t going to get any tighter, he stepped closer to the mirror. The collar gleamed around his neck, matching every contour of his neck, hugging his skin perfectly. Tentatively he reached up to feel it, paw-pads brushing against the latex. A shiver spread through his body, the skin under his collar impossibly sensitive, unless… the collar was his skin.
“Guess the shop was magical, after all…”
A new glint of black caught his eye, hidden behind the metal o-ring. Lifting the metal ring, shivering again as it tugged against the collar, he saw a thick band of black latex slowly moving down his chest, matting his fur. Was it melting, he wondered, reaching with a finger to wipe it away, finger just squeaking off film latex. Peering closer, Rayk watched it spreading further down his chest, running between his pecs. It was surprisingly warm, ticking at his fur as it spread. At first, it did look like a stream of latex slowly working its way down his chest, covering his fur as it went. Looking closer, Rayk realised his fur was becoming the latex, strands turning black, melting and merging.
“Holy hell,” was all Rayk could say, stepping back to watch the latex band running further down his chest. Some part of him wanted to call for help, but then what? He’d just be standing naked in front of the store. The witch could probably help… What was that she’d said? Something about his deepest desires, that people find the changes intense? Maybe he should just give it a little more time…
The warm touch of the latex was replaced by a chill feeling just below, his skin becoming oddly stiff. Fur bristled and shifted, twisting itself around in a spiral, coming together to form a gleaming ring of metal. Touching it, Rayk shivered, stunned a little by just how solid it was, despite being a part of him. Latex looped around the top and bottom of the ring, joining it with the strap leading up to his neck, another band of latex emerging down towards his waist. It soon ended in another ring, that same chill of metal emerging, resting just over his navel. Two more latex bands quickly spread outwards, looping around his waist, and merging behind his back.
The waistband hugged his torso tightly, a familiar feeling of thick latex squeezing against his body. He could feel it pulling tighter with each breath, the latex digging into his sides. It wasn’t long before he realised it wasn’t just the waistband that was getting narrower. His sides were beginning to draw inwards, organs churning and shifting slightly as they made room inside for his shrinking waist. Even his muscles started to fade, losing definition, replaced by soft skin under his fur. Somehow… he didn’t seem to mind, it just felt right. He felt a prickling at the base of his spine, the tugging pull of more fur melting and solidifying into a pair of latex straps. Each hugged his sides, squeezing slightly, looping around the sides of his chest as they curled outwards, joining with his collar.
Soon there was an altogether different feeling across his chest. As though pushed upwards from his waist, flesh began to push outwards behind his nipples. It didn’t take long to realise his pecs were being replaced by soft breasts, the heavy flesh weighing him down more as it grew. Rayk felt a familiar tickling under each of them, the metal ring resting between each breast tugged this way and that as new straps emerged from his body. They looped to his sides, perfectly fitting under his swelling breasts, joining with the straps running up his sides. Another tightening feeling, tugging at his skin, and the two straps lifted each breast, supporting them gently. He had to admit, it was a pretty enticing sight, reaching to feel them. The flesh was soft, warm, and sensitive… his heart beating quickly in his chest as his paw pads brushed over his enlarged nipples. They stood out on his chest, firm in the cool air. The same vibrant teal as his spots, they were impossible to miss against his tan fur.
Rubbing his hands over his soft and furry chest, Rayk was only a little surprised to find his fingers slipping over squeaking latex. Gleaming purple, it seemed to rise out from his chest, liquid latex drowning his fur between the straps of his new harness. His chest drew tight, flattening slightly, squeezing his breasts close to his body. Even his nipples were smoothed out by their latex coating, their dark shapes still visible under the purple sheen, though they were no less sensitive afterwards.
“I think I’m beginning to like this collar,” Rayk grinned, staring down at his latex-coated chest with satisfaction. Brushing a finger across his latex skin, a squeaking noise filled the room, the sound of latex-on-latex. Glancing down at his hand, he wasn’t surprised to see that same purple sheen spreading across his palms, paw-pads already a deeper shade.
Rippling out from his fur, the purple latex spread up his arms like a wave, hugging and squeezing as it went. Like with his chest, strength faded from his muscles, shrinking down, replaced with soft flesh underneath his latex skin. It was captivating to watch, his fur swirling about like weeds in water before mingling together into a single, smooth coating. His new latex “gloves” stopped just short of his shoulders, bugling ever so slightly thicker and tighter around his biceps.
The changes didn’t stop, his shoulders drawing in to match his more feminine torso, only seeming to magnify just how large his chest had become. Rayk was a pretty strange sight at the moment, a latex-clad leopardess’ torso sandwiched between his old legs and head. Fortunately, it didn’t look like he’d be staying that way for long.
Already the flow of purple latex was starting to creep out from behind his waistband, creeping over his thighs, running down between his legs. Running his hands down his sides, he could feel his fur changing to latex, a pleasant shiver of friction running through his thighs. They started to swell up, changing skin stretching and straining as soft flesh rushed outwards. Watching his hourglass figure emerge, thighs squashing against each other, Rayk saw the purple spreading between his legs. Pressure built over his cock, squeezing it, flattening it against his body. Gradually, the shape of it faded away, lost in the spread of smooth latex and expanding thighs. Rayk expected to be alarmed, but instead felt strangely relieved, and excited; a feeling as though her true self was being revealed.
“Oh wow…” Rayk gasped, slipping a hand between his thighs, unprepared for the sudden wave of pleasure rolling out from his sensitive skin. Every sensation and pleasure seemed magnified on the bare latex. Afraid his legs might give out - or someone outside might hear his yelps of pleasure - Rayk quickly yanked her hands away, calming herself. By now the latex ‘tights’ had spread down past her knees, squeezing her ankles into feminine curves to match her hourglass form, creeping towards her feet.
Turning this way and that, staring at the expanding ass behind her, Rayk was a little surprised to see the soft flesh was gleaming red. Growing thick and heavy with soft flesh, the perfect counterweight to her new breasts, Rayk could feel the skin toughening into thicker latex. It stretched out across her ass-cheeks, latex flesh merging and mingling together, smoothing the contours of her rear. Rayk watched in delight as the red started to wrap around her thighs, curves gleaming in the light, tendrils of latex reaching out between her thighs. Merging, her new latex skirt grew tight between her thighs, smoothing out, drawing her legs together. At the edge of the skirt, just above his knees, the latex skirt curled in on itself to form a thick band at the hem. The thick latex tugged a little tighter, squeezing in her thigh, making a slight dip in her hourglass curves. Soft flesh pressed into each other, wrapped tightly by the skirt, limiting her movement. Still, she couldn’t deny it looked sexy as hell.
Taking a tentative step forward, he could feel her latex skirt stretching out, as much a part of her as the rest of her latex clothes. Squeaking thighs rubbed together, the heat of friction warming her body, pleasant vibrations shivering through her legs. It was then she noticed her feet felt strange, stiff, resting awkwardly against the carpeted floor.
Bracing herself against a wall, Rayk lifted a foot with a latex hand, fingers squeaking against hard latex underneath. Her paw-pads were gleaming black, large and flat, seeming to spread out over her feet. Skin tensed and stretched, growing tougher and thicker, flattening out as it turned into the black latex sole of a shoe. Around the edge of her feet, Rayk’s fur shifted to a brilliant red to match her skirt, stiffening into more firm latex. It was a different kind of tight feeling, constraining rather than squeezing, holding her toes firmly in shape. They started to swell, pressing out into each other, each foot merging into a single, smooth shape. The pointed curve of a shoe.
Setting them back down, feeling every weave and knot in the carpet beneath her smooth soles, Rayk admired her new shoes. Red latex had crept upwards, wrapping around her feet, leaving no trace of her old paws. It mingled with the purple latex of her tights, setting into a neat edge around the tops of her feet. A slight pinch around her ankles surprised her, latex skin tightening around them. Purple latex shifted to red, pushing outwards slightly, forming neat straps around the tops of each shoe. They were unnecessary, of course. The shoes were just as much a part of her body as the rest of her “clothes”, but they helped complete the look, finished off with small metal buckles.
The strangest sensations were her heels: a growing pressure inside, then the feeling of something forcing its way out from inside, stretching her skin out as it emerged. Touching the floor, her new stiletto heels kept growing, forcing her feet up higher, just to the edge of comfort.
When she was satisfied they’d finally stopped growing, Rayk took a few tentative steps forward, wobbling a little on her new 6-inch heels. Somehow, she managed to make it to the mirror without falling over. The carpet was soft and yielding under each foot, a slight heat of friction as they brushed against the ground. With each step, she could feel her new latex skin holding her feet tight and upright, supporting them despite the extreme height of each heel. Even her posture had shifted, pushing her ass out behind her, shifting her chest forward, only exaggerating her new features. Her body squeaked slightly with each movement, latex thighs running against each other, her skirt stretching and straining around them. But damn, did she look good.
Her face was last to change, the transformation finally flowing back upwards, her skull feeling strangely tense under her skin. For a moment, Rayk wondered if a mask was going to emerge, sealing her mouth up. Instead, her features began to shirt and soften. Her jaw shrank slightly, her face subtly becoming rounder, eyes growing larger. She gazed at her reflection, lost in the sight of it, the face of the most beautiful snow leopard she’d ever seen. She couldn’t help but smile.
Rayk reached up, running her latex hands through her hair, smoothing it out behind her. The more he shifted and adjusted her hair, the shinier it became, individual strands sticking together. Soon Rayk’s hair was perfectly sculpted into a permanent latex form, a long braid behind her wrapped tightly in purple.
Just when Rayk thought the collar’s magic was spent, it gave a final squeeze, drawing tight around her neck. Snug and tight and impossible to ignore, just the way Rayk liked it.
“I’m beautiful,” she smiled to herself, voice just as soft and feminine as the rest of herself.
The wolf was standing just outside the changing room, smiling at Rayk as she stepped outside, tail flicking behind her with each seductive step. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight, “so, Rayk, I take it you’ll be keeping the collar?”
“Of course, it’s such a perfect fit,” she flashed a grin in return, “and please, call me Lotte.”