A Panther

From the moment the panther broke the kiss and got off of you, you felt a swelling in your upper lip. You felt liquid latex writhing on your flesh and moulding your form. You felt the latex in your body dissolve your humanity. You flex your stiff paws -- as if you haven't moved them in a while -- and hear them squeak in response. You stretch them out and sharp claws extend from your former fingertips. You shift your entire body and let out a feline yowl, realizing you can talk again. You feel powerful muscles breath in relief as you stretch; you can tell you're a hunk. You haven't even opened your eyes.

Your eyes blink open and reveal a night sky not nearly as dark as you remember. Speaking of your memory, you don't have much. You dimly recall that you were once a human man, your former life, your human family, your name. All of that is a blur. However, your only vivid memory is of the experience you just had: being tackled, those striking and vibrant green feline eyes, his kiss, the rubbing, the licking, being coated head-to-toe in latex by those other animals, and hearing those loud squeaks of victory. You'll never forget when you were turned to latex. You feel the air of the night on your new rubber flesh. You feel your cock on the pavement, in a puddle of human semen: your old semen.

You hear your quiet breaths and the random noise of the night with greater quality than you could have comprehended as a human. You see a shiny black nose at the bottom of your vision. Then, a rush of curiosity forces you to sit up and see your new body. You're very happy to see a body that looks nothing like your old one. Jet black latex reflects the light of the moon. Your skin looks tight on each and every one of your expanded muscles. Your body is that of a seasoned bodybuilder. You have a six-pack below large pecs. Your biceps are about five inches thick. Your legs look built to run, and your digitigrade paws look most comfortable on their toes. You hold your paws before you. You examine the swollen pads adorning them and your sharp black claws. Your pads are noticeably rougher than your sleek skin everywhere else.

You touch your paws to your feline upper lip and muzzle. You sniff and your cock twitches at the strong scent of latex. You touch you feline ears, feeling their triangle shape. You hear the squeaks loudly on them, and your cock begins to stand up. Finally acknowledging your arousal at these basic pieces of your existence; your eyes travel down to your giant cock. You see it standing half-chub at 1.5 inches thick and 6.5 inches long. Wanting to see it at full attention, you bring your strong paw around it and squeeze. You yowl and almost fall over with pleasure, you let go and look at your throbbing cock. It's now 7 inches long and looks fit to burst. You'd finish it off, but you know that you can get an even better pleasure from it in real sex. You decide to save your horniness for the next human you see.

Done with your self-examination, you stand up on your new feet-paws. Your tail swishes behind you, and you turn to look at the crowd of latex animals that gave you this gift. You join them and the other panther takes note of your vibrant blue eyes. Not that you need to be told apart much, you both serve the same purpose: pleasure by spreading the latex and sex more intense than imaginable.

Having joined them, you all decide to...