Alex, a short 18 year old guy.

"Hmm.. left here," you say to yourself as you drive around the streets of an industrial complex, looking for the business you just joined.

You are Alex, and stand at 5'6". Your figure was rather thin but your muscles were lean and strong from years of working on the family farm. You took pride in your physical strength and promised your new employer you will work hard. You handy man skills were also impressive, able to fix just about anything around the house, inside and out. From gardening to electrical work, any repair job was a simple affair.

Your muscle strength enabled you to life things that would make others struggle, further helping your abilities.

This job will get you out and about, meeting loads of new people every day.

And even more run ins with monster girls.

You remember back in school, some of the classes you had talked a lot about all the different monsters and what magics they can use. Their number one aim in life was to mate. Not just have sex, but someone to claim as their own and have him (or her) become their wedded partner.

You had to be careful, and stay on your toes at all times. If you didn't...

"I will end up as a monster girls sex **** and no one would ever be able to rescue me," you think.

You pull up at the warehouse, named "Dubious Deliveries". Ever since the monster girls had appeared, so many things had changed, and innuendo (amongst many other things) was everywhere. Walking inside your greeted by the receptionist, a young human girl who smiles.

"Hey you must be John, thank you so much for starting! I'm {receptionist_name} the receptionist here. We have been so short handed here we will take anyone," the receptionist suddenly went silent and opened her eyes wide at you. "Erm, i mean, not that you are just anyone, but the boss said you should be great for us and it will be so good for everyone else here that your starting.." She seemed very nervous, you weren't sure why. In fact she was quite cute. She quickly pointed you towards a closed door.

"Just go through there, you will be given a new uniform to wear. Your uniform can be left here at the end of your shift but you must always wear your uniform when working for Dubious Deliveries." You nod several times, a little nervous now, then thank her for her time.

You go through the door which opened to a small corridor. On each side there was another door, you head through the one named "Men". It's a large room lined with lockers, benches, toilets and showers. It was completely deserted, and all of the lockers were unused. You approach a locker, it had a piece of paper stuck to it with a note that read "Please strip naked before opening this locker.

Confused but unconcerned, you did so and place your clothes on a bench before opening the locker.

"fzzzzzzzztttttttttttt..."

Immediately you dart back as a massive wave of light blue mist pours out of the locker all over your body.

"What the fuck!" you groan but immediately notice that you aren't inhaling any of it for whatever reason, despite the mist smelling strongly of fresh rubber. There was also an undertone scent that diffused deeply in your lungs and body, it quickly caused your mind to relax a little.

"Please turn around" said a mechanical voice from the open locker.

Quickly you turn your back on the locker and feel the mist spray all over your back, butt and legs, you also feel a large amount of it gather under your feet each time you lifted them off the floor. A moment later the canisters are empty and the locker closes with a loud clang.

"What on earth was that?" You say aloud.

You look down and gasp; the mist had somehow completely landed on you, coating you in a thin layer of latex.You spend a few minutes exploring your new "uniform", the rubber was extremely thin, almost as thin as a condom would be, and coated every inch of your body below your chin and ears.

"What.. how... oohh.. " your protests turn into moans as you notice your junk has also been finely coated in a perfectly fitting glove. Even his feet were coated perfectly, including his toes.

His cock stuck out like an obnoxious snail on a coffee table that seems to be liking its new attire, he could feel his cheeks grow redder as it grew and hardened, the sheath it was in adjusted happily to its increasing size. A moment later he was very erect and embarrassed.

Before he could think of doing anything about it, a door at the far end of the change room opened and a voice came over the PA: "Please start your shift Mr John," said the voice of an unknown lady.

You open and close your gloved hands several times at your embarrassing predicament, but thought "Fuck it, they asked for this," so you march out to start your day.

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